Lyrics A Chase of Sorts - This Town Needs Guns

A Chase of Sorts

Sung shallowed shadow of some upset sun set in silhouette
Placing eyes prized, tracing outlines lets you evade intent
Are you the you you’ll sing out loud
Or the you you’ll leave out?
Pencil in the pain preceding black
You’ve penned yourself in half
Yanking back the tact that you have lacked
Your mask is part the task
Ail your disguise
When platen pressed leaves no impression
Then does the subject lack weight?
Is this a deep enough depression
To re-prefix the late
Failure to thrive
Are you the you you’ll sing out loud
Or the you you’ll leave out?
Flaunting flaws for applause
In effect it’s your cause
Par the course
Of course
Insight inside an introverted hurt