A rifle and a shotgun, a chain of words that sound happy
A rifle and a shotgun, does that make you happy?
Let my problem solver breath again
My head is a two-dimensional dream
Doesn't it feel exotic?

Come on, come on, come on let's be happy
There is nothing hidden, but lies that take any chances
Destroy, destroy, destroy all your problems away
I lose these days and ever
Running, running, and running
Run toward the connection between them
With pothole that shows me the freedom
It the only way to see it

A rifle and a shotgun, a chain of words that sound happy
A rifle and a shotgun, does that make you happy?
Step into the screen, and I'm watching as you fall
And we were hiding in a dream that was never our
Doesn't it feel unlucky?

They applaud and applause mindlessly
Appeal to the masses yet never applaud themselves
When it come and come and come to get us
My head is a two-dimensional dream
We laugh and laugh without cause

And yet we know how to kill everything with our look
And yet we know how to kill everything with our words
And yet we know anything about the world
And yet we express our reality without knowing what is real

Come on, come on, come on let be happy
That the only way to see the light
Feel it, feel it, feeling it
You catch your feet again and again
This will be the very last time
The rifle, the shotgun is full of thrill
Hitting the core and eighty-sixing every emotion
Like Venom's web surfing thought the pool of the dead

My shotgun keep me away from the demon, but gone now and no more
I am feeling unlucky
Cuz A rifle and a shotgun become a rifle and a Telecaster
And yet there is no meaning without proof, yet
A chain of words that sound happy

I'll tell you this until my voice gives out on me
Finally, I have you where I want you
A fever pitch that switches midway to snitch in
My head is a two-dimensional dream
That endless loop without a beginning or an end

It's time to leap together once again
Step into the screen, and I'm watching as you fall
Into depths of darkness
And yet you express our reality without knowing what is real
What is real?

A rifle and a Telecaster, a chain of words that sound happy
A rifle and a Telecaster, does that make you happy?
As I step into the screen, I'm watching as you fall
A blitz of applaud that doesn't feel real
Doesn't it feel a bit surreal?

As time passes
You wonder what was the right thing to do
And they asks themself over and over again why
My head is a two-dimensional dream
"Is this what you call being happy?"