February: Smoking Gun

Im this shadow on the role
Creeping underneath your skin
With consequence
It feels like Im only eyes on you
All track you down and sing with you
All the lies that you spun
No you cant run
Youve got a smoking gun
Youve got a smoking gun
A deseasoned parasite
Shes deformed in the night
Its all caving in on you
Theres no one else you can turn to
Tangled in a spider web, their odds are all against you
Youre sinking mind goes storm out
Watch the waves
You came to crash
Youre drowning fast
Youve got a smoking gun
Youve got a smoking gun
A deseasoned parasite
Shes deformed in the night