Bullet Ride

How do you feel anything at all?

Do you hear steps at the door?

Do you reckon the smell of this life?

It's life, the dark that binds you

Frightened by your own smell

Bitterness will run you through

Silent screamin', turning, twisting the alphabet

Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to be

Habitual and gullible, rundown memoirs is all that's left

Do you wish to sleep?

Do you aim for the shadow?

Do you feel all infected?

It's life, the dark that binds you

Frightened by your own smell

Bitterness will run you through

Silent screamin', turning, twisting the alphabet

Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to be

Habitual and gullible, rundown 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 for your arrival

Close your eyes, as the witness, another bullet ride

Do you know about atrocity?

Do you know that everybody's gone

Do you know that you're on your own?

It's life, the dark that binds you

Frightened by your own smell

Bitterness will run you through

Silent screamin', turning, twisting the alphabet

Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to be

Habitual and gullible, rundown memoirs is all that's left