They Came Burning - . . . Or Is That Blood? lyrics

I won't be your victim I won't give you this You have one last chance To set things right before you are dead And I know they won't be set right Because your words are the bullets Aimed at my heart Aimed at my soul Pull the trigger to end this love Pull the trigger Stop the pictures in your mind Because they'll remind you Just how much you hate to cry These shattered mirrors stain my hands And wipe away my face Scriptures under the lime light Devour my unstable mornings For you this ain't no disco