Happy Apple Poison

The sun will shine upon you but not on all the others You are sugar sweet, so fine I'd like to eat Your apple's poison seed will be the end of me In the darkest den the coolest lion sends A message to my head, it made me squirm, it said That you were born to make me die You are the final word, you are the pound another You are the cops that murder my support to love laws You are the personal, you are the broken arrow You are the hunt that shot into everything I do Well, and perfectly your soul will leave your body Now, that I'm involved with pistols at noon And any moment soon you'll be so unhappy Because you will finally know that, you were born to make me fight You are the final word, you are the pound another You are the cops that murder my support to love laws You are the personal, you are the broken arrow And you are the hunt that shot into everything I do And everything I do and everything I do and everything I do, woah We are the final word and we are the love another We are the cops that follow your support to love laws We are the personal and we are the straightened arrow We are the hunt that lays it down for all the reason Give me a reason, oh, give me a reason