VERSE 1
My allies chug tears from a predator’s eyes
But all I’ll ever dine on is a slice of humble pie
It tastes like shit sandwiched in an armpit
Then I drink in the irony like it’s Nestle Quick
My friends can turn a funeral into a party
But I can’t show up, can’t even be tardy
I got no invitation in my post office box
Got no master key for these heavy ass locks
Why am I expected
to be the beacon of light?
CHORUS
Lights out! The
room is covered in shadows
Just like my black
heart after so many battles
Lights out! That’s
called a technical knockout
One punch for every
memory you made me block out
Lights out!
VERSE 2
Forced to wear a halo, but it’s around my neck
While others turn their rage into a biweekly check
Forced to spread angel wings, but my back is broken
While others never once had to go through the motions
Forced to be sweeter than a gingerbread clitoris
Anything less would just be so inconsiderate
I’m a role model to world that won’t even listen
If you want to keep me quiet, you’ve accomplished the
mission
PRE-CHORUS
Why am I expected to be the beacon of light?
Lights out! The
room is covered in shadows
Just like my black
heart after so many battles
Lights out! That’s
called a technical knockout
One punch for every
memory you made me block out
Lights out!
BRIDGE
If I put my hands up, will you lay down your arms?
Or will you nail my wrists and ankles to a crucifix charm?
If I keep you comfortable, will you finally fall asleep?
Or will you accuse me, abuse me, and bruise me?
EXTENDED CHORUS
Lights out! The room is covered in shadows
Just like my black heart after so many battles
Lights out! That’s called a technical knockout
One punch for every memory you made me block out
Lights out! Your coffin’s covered in darkness
Your skin turns gray and your calcium hardens
Lights out! I’ll disco dance at your wake
All I need to know now is whose hand will I take?
Lights out!
Lights out!
Lights out!
Lights out!
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