| sILveR buLLeT... |
| don't you hate how damn fucked up this life can be? don't you see the anguished shadows wripping right through me? don't you ever think how mindless death is all we see? seems this silver bullet, baby, 's ploughing in too deep. do I ever seem like I am too out of control? cos that is how I feel: like they're massacring souls. don't you ever ask yourself why you're so fucking cold? seems this silver bullet, baby, knows the lies I've told. does it ever seem like you are so deep in the shit, that if you wade around a little you'd just drown in it? don't you ever hate those purple marks across your wrists? seems this silver bullet, baby, it was made to fit. don't you hate how all the scars were cut too deep? and the nightmare visions; how they haunt your sleep? it's cutting at your eyes; every time you look you weep. seems this silver bullet, baby, 's made for keeps. does it ever fuck with your mind; playing it always? don't you ever wish that you could cut yourself away? I hate the way it makes me, cos I feel so damn betrayed. seems this silver bullet, baby, 's never being slayed. how can you just keep on walking, out into the dust? it cuts me when I'm screaming, baby. I don't make a fuss. take away these pretty scars and this sadistic lust. seems this silver bullet, baby, 's riding on your trust. don't you hate how fucked up all our minds have grown? don't you wish you could cut back the seeds you've sown? look at me: I'm just a ghost of things I've known. seems this silver bullet, baby, 's coming home. |
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