I Accept Chaos. I Am Not Sure

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

I'm Not The Kind Of Cat That's Going To Cut Off An Ear If I Can't Do Something.

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.

A Cat's Meow And Cow's Moo, I Can Recite Them All.