Mass Murder

Finally believe
There's an end to the dream
He's a hustler and a thief
No I can't deny it
Tells me the way that a man should behave
From the grind to the grave
Is never retire
I can't believe him now

Seven wives
Have left him dry
There's a glimmer of the rake
That I admire
The only thing that's left intact is
The combination to the vault
Of desire

Is there ever a reason
I should fall apart?
What you need is to start
Living

Do you want to go to the casino?
There's a fortune in my head
Glory in my soul
Have you ever been this civilized?
Uh, uh, oh

No charity for the disowned
No clarity for the unknown
The sky will fall upon it's own
No more fireworks for high rollers

Is there ever a reason
I should fall apart?
What you need is to start
Living

Do you want to go to the casino?
There's a fortune in my head
Glory in my soul
Have you ever been this civilized?
Will you ever know if you never try?
Uh, uh, oh

Flirts with the skirts in the elevator
They call him the devastator
I can't be seen in his company
But everyone agrees

In my soul
In my soul
All the tables are cold
The right moments are missed
For much riskier rolls

Is there ever a reason
I should fall apart?
What you need is to start
Living



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Fregoso, Dyan Valdes, Zebastian Carlisle, John Amos
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