Happiness is a loaded gun

Happiness is a loaded gun
Cruel dreams
And getting crashed by that car
Baaam and flowering blood
Killing rainbows in the name of fun
and all over your dark sun
hell is well
that ends not
take whatever there is while you cannot

bells are ringing tunes you’ve never known
Silence is not peace
Noone lets you sleep in those dreams
And i’ll go all over again
Just to spell your game
Once again

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