Open Up the Door

Your life is like a loaded gun Everybody's gotta run Got a feeling in my brain Got the whole world going insane But you've got no recollection no more And everybody's feelings to you are poor You got no recollection Caught in an intersection Don't like the feeling here any more You gotta open up the door Black crow flying in your face You're dirty and quite the disgrace Ace of spades, you lose again I'm the best that's ever been You've got nothin', not even a dirt cheap whore The evil demon is right out your front door You've got nothin', nothin' to lose It's a game of pick and choose Don't like the feeling here anymore You gotta open up the door Sun beating down with a cloudy rain Working hard with no positive gain Caught within the grips of inception When really it's just deception Can't tell when time comes or when it goes When will it stop, I guess no one knows Caught in the grips of inception When really it's just deception Don't like the feeling here anymore You gotta open up the door