Bullet - TANTRIC

If you take a bullet to your head the misery you’re hiding will start to spread

I said if you take the high road instead you may walk alone but there’s no gun

in your hand

It’s starting to show well that’s a lack of personality you’re losing control

My heart is gold it’s got the best of me how could you know in the end

I’m my own worst enemy only time will tell you know what to do

I don’t really want to have to choose I’m hanging on to the both of you

You’re facing the truth well believe in yourself the bottles empty because I

have to use and only time will tell

If you take a bullet to your head the misery you’re hiding will start to spread

I said if you take the high road instead you may walk alone but there’s no gun

in your hand

I’m looking at myself in others eyes there’s somethings that can’t be comprised

and I realize that somethings cannot be comprised

If you take a bullet to your head the misery you’re hiding will start to spread

I said if you take the high road instead you may walk alone but there’s no gun

in your hand

I’ve become lonesome now I’m a lonesome child now I’m become a alone child

If you take a bullet to your head the misery you’re hiding will start to spread

I said if you take the high road instead you may walk alone but there’s no gun

in your hand

If you take a bullet to your head the misery you’re hiding will start to spread

I said if you take the high road instead you may walk alone but there’s no gun

in your hand