A Good Excuse - Beardfish

I’m bringing down fanatic warfare on you

Encouragement grows with you telling me not to

Grow so tired in this spot of my own

But all my thoughts have been sacrificed

For the sake of it

For the hell of it

For one taste of your wordless fear

Mark my words: You’re paying!

In the end I’m safe and sound

A hand grenade to open your backdoor

A good excuse is all that is war

But oh how I love the smell of you

I’m bringing down fanatic warfare on you

Encouragement grows with you telling me not to

Grow so tired in this spot of my own

But all my thoughts have been sacrificed

Mark my words: You’re paying!

In the end I’m safe and sound

A hand grenade to open your backdoor

A good excuse is all that is war

But oh how I love the smell of you