Target Practice Songtext
von Sister Sleep

Hands up, it′s time to celebrate
The end of it all
The utter dismay
No way out, no use in trying to regulate
The time for "kind" has passed
All we know is falling, falling fast
The end is near
There's no room to speculate

Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger til I can feel it
I′m not having fun
Heartsick and yeah I'm ready to run
I can taste it
Your love and decay


You burrowed underneath my skin and into my veins
I Tried to ignore the warning signs
That scratched at my brain
And You won't leave me be
Crawling up my spine infecting me with your disease
And I′m haunted
Cause I want this
I bet my soul you always play for keeps
Pleading for release
I beg and scream
Maybe in the end I′ll find relief

Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger, til I can feel it
I'm not having fun
Heartsick and yeah I′m ready to run
I can taste it
Your love and decay
Yeah
Your love and decay
It's Haunting me
Won′t leave me be
We play this game, we always play for keeps


Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger til I can feel it
I'm not having fun
Heartsick and yeah I′m ready to
Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger yeah
pull the trigger
I'm not having fun
heartsick and yeah I'm ready to run
I can taste it
Your love and decay