I found my pleasure

On a silver plate

And you were late

For your escape

Down

I ripped the wings

Off of a golden plane

And the pilot was dead

He couldn't save anyone

And I woke up this morning

And you felt cold

Never felt so cold

And I was in mourning

But my soul folds

To your hand that's gold

They don't know that I'll be running

They don't know that I'm the gunman

They don't know that I'll be running out

And I woke up this morning

And you felt cold

Never felt so cold

And I was in mourning

But my soul folds

To your hand that's gold

And I woke up this morning

And you felt cold

Never felt so cold

And I was in mourning

But my soul folds

To your hand that's gold