Happy Apple Poison

The sun will shine upon you but not on all the others
You are sugar sweet, so fine I'd like to eat
Your apple's poison seed will be the end of me

In the darkest den the coolest lion sends
A message to my head, it made me squirm, it said
That you were born to make me die

You are the final word, you are the pound another
You are the cops that murder my support to love laws
You are the personal, you are the broken arrow
You are the hunt that shot into everything I do

Well, and perfectly your soul will leave your body
Now, that I'm involved with pistols at noon
And any moment soon you'll be so unhappy
Because you will finally know that, you were born to make me fight

You are the final word, you are the pound another
You are the cops that murder my support to love laws
You are the personal, you are the broken arrow
And you are the hunt that shot into everything I do
And everything I do and everything I do and everything I do, woah

We are the final word and we are the love another
We are the cops that follow your support to love laws
We are the personal and we are the straightened arrow
We are the hunt that lays it down for all the reason
Give me a reason, oh, give me a reason