The room is quiet, the air is thick, a heavy vibe, As I stare into the darkness, where secrets reside. The door opens, light streams in, a sudden gleam, Breaking the spell I'm under, like a waking dream. Three silhouettes emerge, their shadows start to crawl, I can't make out their faces, as they silently enthrall. Suddenly, two barrels catch the light, a deadly shine, The tips of a shotgun, the first thing I define. The tips of a shotgun, the first thing I define. I should have never come here, to this Liar's lair, Now I'm caught in their game, a twisted nightmare. These shadows know my secrets, the ones I can't outrun, In this smoky backroom, LOOKING AT A GUN. The air is thick with tension, like a hangman's noose, I'm trapped in their story, there's no way to excuse. The shotgun's gleam is steady, a promise dark and deep, In this den of vipers, my secrets they will keep. The air is thick with tension, like a hangman's noose, I'm trapped in their story, there's no WAY TO GET LOOSE. The shotgun's AIM IS READY, a promise dark and deep, In this den of vipers, i WILL FOREVER .... SLEEP.
