الأغاني: Archive. Controlling Crowds. Bullets.

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


(Thanks to Lockseur for these lyrics)