Small Arms Dealer Galactus: Devourer Of Worlds
I've got my heart, they can have the rest
they'll never get what's inside my chest
because that's where I keep you
I made an oath I don't intend to break
the rest don't mean anything
and it begins to get under my skin
I've got a hunch I'll be paying for my sins
it's just a test but it made a mess outta me
close your eyes, I don't mind
I'd do the same if I was so inclined
it might be just what I needed
but that's a chance I'm not prepared to take
the rest it seems is everything
a tear rolls down my cheek
and off my chin, it burns like hell
and it tastes like gin, I'm a mess
and it scares the shit outta me
out of me
