Lens by B. Disco

Lost in the script
Not a screenplay written by me
I sit at the bay
Look at the sea

Catch something to eat
Sunglasses on
Accepting defeat

Murder on a widescreen television
Picture me now

Point my gun into a crowd
And they start running when I fire

I put my head in my hands again
Sit back in my chair, roll a cigarette

Look at the lens
Say goodbye to your friends

This is the end

Murder on a widescreen television
Picture me now

Point my gun into a crowd
And they start running when I fire

• Alternative
• Amsterdam
• dream pop
• eclectic
• experiemental
• indie pop
• lo-fi
• new wave
• pop
• synthwave
• Villa Mercedes