It’s a story about
A street named «Decision»
Lays open the skin
With its painful incision
Erasure
It’s time to rest
Erase your
Complicated mess
A sharp dressed narcotic
That drips dark red
Keeps you smiling
When you say it’s ok It’s breaking me With breathtaking ease
Erasure
Rub me out
Erase your
Panic anxiety
Truth be told
I never liked her around
But she kept coming around between us I can hear you
Pioneer you
Whisper near you
Fire and virtue
Got to keep a light burning all day
Whatever
Happened to Old-fashioned
Face value
Straight talking
Went out with
June brides and fashion queens
It’s a story about a street named «Decision»
Lays open the skin with its painful incision
Your words are guns
And they are loaded