Bullets

Come touch me like

Im an ordinary man,

have a look in my eyes,

Underneath my skin

there is violence,

got a gun in its hand,

Ready to make

sense of anyone anything.

Black holes living

in the side of your face,

Razor wire spinning around

your blistering sky,

blistering sky,

Bullets are the beauty

of the blistering sky,

Bullets are the beauty

and I dont know why,

Bullets are the beauty

of the blistering sky,

Bullets are the beauty

and I dont know why.

Personal responsibility,

Personal response insanity.

Confine me let me be

the lesser of a beautiful man,

Without the blood on his hands,

Come and make me

a martyr come and break my feeling,

With your violence

with the gun to my head,

Ready to take out anyone anywhere.

Black holes living

in the side of your face,

Razor wire spinning

around your heart,

Blistering sky blistering sky,

Bullets are the beauty

of the blistering sky,

Bullets are the beauty

and I dont know why,

Bullets are the beauty

of the blistering sky,

Bullets are the beauty

and I dont know why.

Personal responsibility,

Personal response insanity.