Epicure Firing Squah
One last cigarette
One last fading dream
One set of tracks into the sea
Footsteps off the balcony
And preacher I believe
In your shock therapy
I once was blind but now I see
Everything so clearly
And I'm breathing through my soul
And I'm breathing through it all
And I'm breathing through my soul
The firing squad will let you rest you head
Pucker up honey, any last requests?
I'll be breathing through my soul
F..ck it up, the romance ain’t dead
Pucker up honey any last requests?
I'll be breathing through my soul