Victim to my brain, everyone the same
Flashlight through the night, smiling in disdain
And you said "What you got, what you got?" Red dot
Seventeen shots, I can see how I rot, rot
Victim to my brain, everyone the same
Flashlight through the night, searching my escape
And you said "What you got, what you got?"
Seventeen shots, don't mean that I love, love.