Obsession Is A Gun

Memories fading in vapor sparks
Offset motion reel, turning slow but still
Head’s heavy on bad wine miseries
Suspended time, off-balance scenes

Gravity’s too unreal, revolving flashes
All needs foggy under so much light
No will to breathe, no brightest crown,
Smoke’s way too thick to call it dawn

The little I can feel is dazzled by a voice
Choked up by hopelessness and shining silver grief
Mourning youth and lost innocence
There’s nothing I can scream to make it disappear

Nous sommes muets aux temps des amours, nous sommes muets
(Ai no toki, chinmoku suru… chinmoku suru)
Nous sommes muets aux temps des amours, nous sommes muets
(Ai no toki, chinmoku suru… chinmoku suru)
Nous sommes muets aux temps des amours, nous sommes muets
(Ai no toki, chinmoku suru… chinmoku suru)
Nous sommes muets aux temps des amours, nous sommes muets
(Ai no toki, chinmoku suru… chinmoku suru)

The door’s unlocked, one step away 
A leap of faith defined in a concrete hazy dream
The trigger is burning my finger’s obsession
To lay down sky, all over ground, all over ground

Fashion’s blooming in a fabric I conceived
Pornographic old masquerade   
Heartfelt promises I never, I never intended to keep
Same bitter sweet type of souvenirs
Same bitter sweet type of memories

The little I can feel, the little I can feel is dazzled by a voice
The little I can feel, the little I can feel is dazzled by a voice

Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Fallen from words
Fallen from words
To worship make-believes

If no life can equal this death,
obsession is everything your flesh is ready to give your soul away for
And we’re giving and giving up for ever, forever more
For ever, ever more

My obsession is a gun
My obsession is a gun
My obsession is a gun
My obsession is a gun
Fallen from words
Fallen from words
To worship make-believes

Ai no toki, chinmoku suru… chinmoku suru… chinmoku
Ai no toki, chinmoku suru… chinmoku suru… chinmoku
Ai no toki

Words: A. Foster
Music: Your Favorite Enemies
Recorded at The Upper Room Studio

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