Saturday, March 10, 2012


Come touch me like I'm an ordinary man
Have a look in my eyes
Underneath my skin there is a violence
It's got a gun in its hands
Ready to make
Ready to make sense of anyone anything
Anyone anything

Blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why
Personal responsibility
Come find 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
Put the gun in my hand

Ready to take...
...Out anyone, anywhere
Anyone, anywhere

Personal responsibility

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