Ironic Twist

Daggers fly, fall from the sky
Blood spills, smoking kills
Tell me about it, take a hit
Watch the sunset, run and hide

So lame, I forgot the name of this game
So lame, I’m not a dame, what a shame

So lame, I forgot the name of this game
So lame, I’m not a dame, what a shame

Gorgeous blue eyes, almost lies
Take it for granted, be enchanted
Soulmates never die, they cry
Taste the irony, fall from a balcony

So lame, I forgot the name of this game
So lame, I’m not a dame, what a shame

So lame, I forgot the name of this game
So lame, I’m not a dame, what a shame

So lame, I forgot the name of this game
So lame, I’m not a dame, what a shame

An aimless parody, an endless tragedy
A nameless melody, an awless bigamy
A surreal harmony, a corporeal agony
An ironic twist thanks to a faithful fist
Almost a humble kiss that I will always miss

So lame, I forgot the name of this game
So lame, I’m not a dame, what a shame