I am a bullet, you are the brain, I think it's safe to assume I'm insane but I'm not locked up, maybe I'm fucked up, from all the built up emotional pain I am the fire, you are the forest, and there's no life left for me to proclaim I want to wake you, I want to break you, until I know that nothing will remain
I am the master, you are the slave, and I will make sure you rot in your grave destroy my spirit, destroy my whole life, and then you wonder "why do I behave like a sick madman"? just check your life span, and don't you worry about my complaints it will be done soon, you think you're immune, to the cycle of death, what a saint
you're dead, your worthless life will nullify, I curse the days you were alive
you're dead...
I am the bullet, you are the brain, I think it's safe to assume I'm insane...
you're dead, your worthless life will nullify, I curse the days you were alive