Bullets - Archive

Come touch me like I’m 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

Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky

Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility

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 blistering sky

Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky

Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility