Three Kisses for Muses, And One Bullet for Me

This is a sorry excuse
Torn up words of a muse
It's a crippling addiction
Beautiful thoughts for affliction
It leaves wanting more
It leaves you craving its inspiration
But it's a cursed life
Only built on a lie
Sell your soul to the petty man
And maybe you too can
Live this life

Bang and the gun goes off with her head
Beautiful thoughts finally put to death
Bang and the gun goes off with her head
What was the point? None, she said
Bang and the gun goes off with her head
Three kisses for muses praying she's dead

And so, story goes
She was left to all her woes
Trapped in a pretty cage
Decorated with beauty and pain
And there the reaper came
And he held her despite her rage
A life torn to pieces
Like art in ashes
Overbuilt in never-ending expectations

Bang and the gun goes off with her head
Beautiful thoughts finally put to death
Bang and the gun goes off with her head
What was the point? None, she said
Bang and the gun goes off with her head
Three kisses for muses praying she's dead

Bang and the gun goes off with her head
Beautiful thoughts finally put to death
Bang and the gun goes off with her head
What was the point? None, she said
Bang and the gun goes off with her head
Three kisses for muses praying she's dead



Credits
Writer(s): Gwen Reed
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