I won't be your victim   I won't give you this   You have one last chance    To set things right before you are dead   And I know they won't be set right   Because your words are the bullets   Aimed at my heart   Aimed at my soul      Pull the trigger to end this love   Pull the trigger      Stop the pictures in your mind   Because they'll remind you   Just how much you hate to cry   These shattered mirrors stain my hands   And wipe away my face   Scriptures under the lime light    Devour my unstable mornings      For you this ain't no disco