Roped In - Lock On

[Verse 1]
No time to feel, just hit the mark. It's all for the flash, forget
The spark. I thought maybe I could change the way
You look at these things. We’ve rolled around on the carpet and
Fumbled around in the dark. Were we tilting at windmills or
Clutching at straws? I smile and wave while I'm bound at the
Ankles. In no sweat, we're sociopathic - We’ll kiss you, then
Fuck you, then go through your pockets and when you're
Picked clean we'll bury you in semantics and the eloquents'
Word-splay

[Pre-Chorus]
I killed all thе good seeds in me - roped in, I lock on
I killed all thе good seeds in me - roped in, I lock on cause

[Chorus]
(?) I'm the punch drunk shadow boxer
(?) by decision or k.o
(?) fake and jab to no avail -
I flip the switch to kill my foe
(?) I'm the punch drunk shadow boxer
(?) by decision or k.o
(?) fake and jab to no avail -
I flip the switch to kill my foe

[Verse 2]
He's cold as razors and sharp as a marble with sta-prest trousers
And suicide glide, and she's got the twelve-gauge evil eye, and I’ll hit
You back ’cause it's a matter of pride... hey mister, you think
I’m fucked up while you kill the time 'til your number's up and
Present yourself as all grown up - i can't stop laughing
There’s no more point, it's just rounded edges, worn away by
This unnamed need. No more point, just rounded edges
Just you and me and the unnamed need

[Pre-Chorus]
I killed all the good seeds in me - roped in, I lock on
I killed all the good seeds in me - roped in, I lock on cause

[Chorus]
(?) I'm the punch drunk shadow boxer
(?) by decision or k.o
(?) fake and jab to no avail -
I flip the switch to kill my foe
(?) I'm the punch drunk shadow boxer
(?) by decision or k.o
(?) fake and jab to no avail -
I flip the switch to kill my foe