
Date of issue: 25.04.2011
Song language: English
As A Matter Of Fact |
loose cannons fired at will… |
aim at anything dear to get my fill… |
I pushed all the right buttons… |
sharpened all the wrong skills… |
I’ve picked the prettiest poisons and I’ve swallowed the pill… |
as a matter of fact I have a habit of taking things to the furthest reaches and |
immediately pleading to begin again… |
friendly fire… |
rusty guns for hire… |
come warm your hands at the pyre I built… |
all the things I’ve killed are stacked up for miles… |
we’re forever climbing to the top of the pile… as a matter of fact I have a |
habit of pushing things up mighty mountains and doubting the great fall again… |
loose cannons fired at will… |
aim at everything near to get my fill… |
I’ve flooded the trenches… |
I’ve bloodied the hills… |
I’ve scattered the ashes and shattered all goodwill… |
as a matter of fact I have a habit of halving things into tiny pieces and |
immediately pining for the whole again… |