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Bullet Ride
Do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of....?
It's life-the the dark that binds you
Frigthened by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through
Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Do you wish to sleep?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you feel infected?
It's life-the the dark that binds you
Frigthened by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through
Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
It's the cowardice that pulls you under
And takes you to the end, where it begins
Release, the world is waiting on your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride
Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everbody's gone?
Do you know that you're on your own?
It's life-the the dark that binds you
Frigthened by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through
Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
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Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Habitual and gullible
Fragments of what you used to be
Splinters of a poem
Awaiting the answer
Frantic eyes
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Silent screaming
Bitternes will run you through
Frigthened by your own smell
It's life-the the dark that binds you
Do you know that you're on your own?
Do you know that everbody's gone?
Do you know about atrocity?
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride
Release, the world is waiting on your arrival
And takes you to the end, where it begins
It's the cowardice that pulls you under
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Habitual and gullible
Fragments of what you used to be
Splinters of a poem
Awaiting the answer
Frantic eyes
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Silent screaming
Bitternes will run you through
Frigthened by your own smell
It's life-the the dark that binds you
Do you feel infected?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you wish to sleep?
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Habitual and gullible
Fragments of what you used to be
Splinters of a poem
Awaiting the answer
Frantic eyes
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Silent screaming
Bitternes will run you through
Frigthened by your own smell
It's life-the the dark that binds you
Do you reckon the smell of....?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you feel anything at all?
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