I made you; or did you make me?
  Who survives our partnership will be interesting to see
  You serve amazingly
  Your provision's undefined
  I can't believe your attitude
  I think you've lost your mind
  Oh, don't turn on me, don't turn, love, you blow me away
  Just a shotgun shell
    Your frown is confident, I dare you just the same
  You pitiful statistic without anyone to blame
  What scares me most, the love itself
  How I can't seem to turn to anybody else
  Oh, don't turn on me, don't turn, love, you blow me away
  Just a shotgun shell
    I came upstairs from the basement
  To take a little look around
  Problems, grief and trouble
  Were all that we found
  Now whenever trouble comes our way
  We don't run, we don't hide
  We don't laugh, we don't cry, we just say...
  Blam, blam, blam...[etc.]
    I own you, or do you own me?
  Our partnership is ending
  'Twas never meant to be
  You are a demon, though we are not afraid
  Our power is twice of yours
  In the basement that we made
  Oh, please turn on me, please turn, love, you blow me away
  Just a shotgun shell
  Oh, please turn on me, please turn, love, you blow me away...