Solitária

When you read this note
I'll already be at the bus station
Maybe even on the highway
I traveled to a city
Called Lonely

I'm tired of being a pawn, damn it
I'm tired of being so mistreated
I'm tired of being a pawn, damn it
I'm tired of being so mistreated

I left steak and rice in the microwave
I flushed that rose down the toilet
And the ring I left for you to pay the bills
I'm not taking my phone or the brush with me
Only your razor
And a sense of hopelessness

When I get there, I'll get drunk on kerosene
I'll shave my head until I lose my mind
I'll commit harakiri
Even knowing that at that moment you're laughing
I'll commit harakiri
Even knowing that at that moment you're laughing

Extravagances, lovers, debts, separations
Allegations of incest, death by fever
If you want to be an Iron Maiden guitarist
If you want to be an Iron Maiden guitarist
You have to know you're not invulnerable, they will
Court you and the cuts, never the sutures
You're ancient in pain, turning your tears into clotted blood
You put your hands in the flames
You handed yourself over to the paddle
You committed harakiri and the show hasn't even reached the halfway point

I left steak and rice in the microwave
I flushed that rose down the toilet
And the ring I left for you to pay the bills
I'm not taking my phone or the brush with me
Only your razor
And a sense of hopelessness

When I get there, I'll get drunk on kerosene
I'll shave my head until I lose my mind
I'll commit harakiri
Even knowing that at that moment you're laughing
I'll commit harakiri
Even knowing that at that moment you're laughing.