Bullets

Come touch me like I'm an ordinary man
Have a look in my eyes
Underneath my skin there is violence
It's got a gun in its hands
Ready to make, ready to make, re... ready to make sense of
Anyone, anything [5x]

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around you
Blistering sky [3x]
[2x:]
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why

Personal responsibility [4x]

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 [4x] out
Anyone anywhere [5x]

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around you
Blistering sky [3x]
[2x:]
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why

Personal responsibility [4x]

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around you
Blistering sky [3x]
[2x:]
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why

Personal responsibility [18x]
(insanity)*

Delivered from the hand of our enemies**
(Enemies) [5x]

* слово едва заметно проскальзывает между строк, смешиваясь со словом responsibility
** фраза звучит нарочито нечетко, словно подчеркивая размытость сознания ее автора