Bullets

 

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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