I'm the Coat Of Fists
dead and hearted spiders like
two mangled crowns on the
wires of the meanings
cold snakes,
folks that'll lie, look like death
live in a hotel of my eyes
lies wide open like a
whore paid spit from the hell's
beat pedophile
Keep your head up,
it's time
I'm your god
or your gaurdian?
Keep your head up,
it's time
One hand on the trigger,
and the other hand in mine
Because now, Cupid carries a gun
Now, now, Cupid Cupid carries a gun
Verse 2 (Lead)