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 Frightened by your own smell Bitterness 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 Frightened by your own smell Bitterness 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 everybody's gone? Do you know that you're on your own? It's life-the the dark that binds you Frightened by your own smell Bitterness 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