Cupid's Got a Brand New Gun

It's hiding in the corner

Of every sacred place

Before the ambush you won't want

To recognize it's face

It slithers like a viper

Readies it's attack

Tears your flesh and soul apart

Then clings on to your back

But not till it turns away

Can you feel the pain of all the damage done

And you may notice that

This quick opiate

Might wear the wings of angels

That's when you realize

You've been shot down

Wounded unto death by something called love

It followed you to hell, Ange

A double agent

Who will listen to your every lie

And never tell on you

(Just whisper to you true)

It promises you silk things

But burns the clothes you wear

Gives you leave in heaven

And you scream that it's unfair

To force you to compare

But not till it turns away

Can you feel the pain of all the damage done

And you may notice

That this quick opiate

Might wear the wings of angels

That's when you realize

You've been shot down

Wounded unto death by something called love...