Pull the trigger.
There's the gun,
your alibis won't buy you any more time.
Don't even act like you're the forsaken one,
Doll, you're just another toy,
another throwaway in the basket.
Heaven knows you're just a liar with bad posture,
so make yourself scarce,
because you've already driven them insane.
The trumpets may sound,
don't come back though,
they will never be for you.
This is just another contest,
another game, with my heart as the prize.
So have some spine, lay your cards down.
Just get to the end of the universe,
by submarine or space ship,
just get there in time for the final joust.
Darling, my Solemn solitude-
I love it,
more than I could have ever loved you.
Author notes
A. SUBMARINE, TRUMPET, SOLITUDE, BASKET, TRIGGER
B. HEAVENS, SOLEMN, POSTURE, TIME, JOUST
C. LIES, DRIVEN, SCARCE, UNIVERSE, SPINE,
D. DOLL, FORSAKEN, ALIBI, CONTEST, SPACESHIP
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