The Other Side

I am running in circles blinded by the city lights there's a hand on my gun it seems to be a pretty night I'm locating a target right eye of a pretty maid it seems to be a pretty night I am beating my heart it's grinded like a firestone who's the man at the door? he's begging for a broken bone as I start to divide him everyone is out to run "I'm sorry sir, your coffe's done" "your coffe's done" there's a feeling inside which makes me think I'll get insane like a fucking tequila worm it's swimming in my brain I decided to start the day with my own suicide I'll drink it on the other side I'll drink it on the other side