Cold Light

In your cold light, I make this gun my lawful wifeIn your cold light, I come alive with a Stanley knifeIn your cold light, I can see right through my lifeTake me, my makerGot the noose, got the neckIf only I could break her, hate her, save herIf only I could break her, hate her, save her from youIn your cold light, I walk into TinseltownIn your cold light, these sheets are lit with broken heartsIn your cold light, I will soon surrenderHere comes successWith your fear, with your fist, and a flick of the wristHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop off your headHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop off your headHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop off your headHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop, chop, chop off your headI'm coming on successWith your fear, with your fist, and a flick of the wristHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop off your headHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop off your headSURRENDER!Here comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop off your headHere comes a candle to light you to bedHere comes a chopper to chop, chop, chop off your headSURRENDER!