12 Gauge Angel

[Verse 1] Ice cold rain on neon streets, chrome heels click like a metronome Holograms selling false wet dreams, while corpos their cred at home She jacks the feed with a razor smile, pink hair dripping in the acid glow Got a Kuroi-9 pump in her thigh rig, twelve-gauge full and ready to blow They tagged her ghost in the blacklist, said she died in the last attack But death in N.C's a subscription service, and the killer wasn't paid enough to fill the tract [Chorus] Run, Run, pretty boy, I'm comin' in, I'm the bitch with a shotgun ready for sin Shells full of mercy, fired with grace One kiss from the muzzle say goodbye to ya face [Verse 2] Drones swarm like hornets over Kabuki-cho, searching for the signs the devil you know She dances through the scanners with her middle finger up, she's ready for the fight and she doesn't give a [bleep] Synths scream fight songs in binary, bassline kicks back in harmony One shot, two lives, or maybe three, just laughing as she makes 'em bleed They built her to be pretty, sold her soul to chrome Now she's cashing in the interest pressing heat to their domes [Chorus] Run, Run, pretty boy, I'm comin' in, I'm the bitch with a shotgun ready for sin Shells full of mercy, fired with grace One kiss from the muzzle say goodbye to ya face [Bridge] You wired my heart to a kill-switch, baby Thought I’d kneel when the voltage hit But I rerouted the pain into twelve-gauge lightning Now watch me paint the skyline with it [Breakdown] [Slow, heavy, industrial beat drops in; everything strips to bass and reverb] [Click-clack]— breathe [Click-clack] — seethe One shell for the liars One shell for thieves One shell for the girl that I used to be You tore me apart for the cred and greed One pull of the trigger and I'll paint your screens BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM She keeps walking She keeps walking [Chorus – Repeat] Run, Run, pretty boy, I'm comin' in, I'm the bitch with a shotgun ready for sin Shells full of mercy, fired with grace One kiss from the muzzle say goodbye to ya face [Guitar solo] [Outro] The city's going dark, sparks rain cross the streets One last casing hits the ground, soaked with blood on wet concrete She had never thought she'd live, thought she'd die here for her dream But she's lying on the corner, tended by a trauma team [Synth Solo] She knows they won't come back She knows they won't come, oh She knows they won't come back She knows they won't come, [Static]