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