Behind the phantom curtains. 
The passion on the wall. 
You know they want to hurt us. 
Love letters in the hall. 
  
Love and aspiration. 
That none could yet restrain. 
To violate the friendship. 
Would cause him so much pain. 
  
Boring - Morning. 
Boring - Morning. 
Gazing at her picture. 
In a vivid twisted frame. 
Then he pulled the trigger. 
Starts killing in thy name. 
  
Maybe it's the pressure. 
Maybe it's the pain. 
They found him in the bedroom. 
Another death in vain. 
 
Boring - Morning. 
Boring - Morning.