Lyrics: Jerome Devoise
Music: Archive/Jerome Devoise
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 hand
Ready to make sense of anyone anything
Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around you, blistering sky, blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why
Personal responsibility
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 on my head
Ready to take out anyone anywhere
Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around you
Blistering sky blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why
Personal responsibility(insanity)
Personal responsibility(insanity)