Timesbold When I Come Around
i can make a willow cry
with a wicked sound
jam your fingers in your ears
when i come around
i can make the world go stark
and quiet with my hands
i can make the gurney swing
and i can just kill a man
when i come around
i can make you shatter
i can make you lame and tired
i can make a wheel turn
into a ball of raging fire
i can make you wish you've never
wished a wish before
your riches will consume you
until you envy the poor
when i come around
i have no hands, i have no heart
i have a shotgun shell
and when it sings you get a glimpse
of what i will unwell
when i come around
