Acumen Nation Pistol Whip Me Back Into Your Arms
Yeah!
You are the greed in every hunger-drive transaction
You are the failure in a transplanted heart
You are the one-to-three percent in birth control dysfunction
You are the hammer as I'm nailed into my tomb
You are the hundred-thousand years I wait for glory
You are the sleeping dead in every poison womb
You are the reason for my insecurity and shame
But it's you that I crave, so won't you—
Pistol-whip me back into your arms
Your arms
And you think you like violence for the tears and the pain
So this could take a while
Shit!
You are the greed in every hunger-drive transaction
You are the shadows on the dark side of the moon
You are the everything and everyone that's ever done me wrong
But it's you that I crave, so won't you—
Pistol-whip me back into your arms
Your arms
And you think you like violence for the tears and the pain
So this could take a while
This could take a while
Nowhere I, I will say
That this could be the greatest love that I have ever known
In fact, it makes me sick
So keep your two-face out
Don't quit your day job, let's be honest—
You're a bitch, but I'm sick
So let's just get in bed
f..ck off!
You think you like violence for the tears and the pain
You think you like violence for the tears and the pain
You think you like violence for the tears and the pain
You think you like violence for the tears and the pain
You think you like violence for the tears and the pain
So this could take a while
So this could take a while
This could take a while
