Bullet Ride
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โฑ๏ธ 4:43 duration
๐ ID: 28294435
๐ Lyrics
How do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of this life
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 all infected?
This life, 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 (under)
And takes you to the end, where it begins (begins)
Release, the world is waiting your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride
Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everbody's gone?
Do you know that you're n your own?
This life, the dark that binds you
Frightened by your own smell
itterness ill run you through
Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes, waiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and ullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of this life
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 all infected?
This life, 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 (under)
And takes you to the end, where it begins (begins)
Release, the world is waiting your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride
Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everbody's gone?
Do you know that you're n your own?
This life, the dark that binds you
Frightened by your own smell
itterness ill run you through
Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes, waiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and ullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.44] How do you feel anything at all?
[00:37.34] Do you hear steps at the door?
[00:42.40] Do you reckon the smell of this life
[00:50.72] The dark that binds you
[00:52.93] Frightened by your own smell
[00:57.99] Bitterness will run you through
[01:04.00] Silent screaming
[01:06.53] Turning, twisting the alphabet
[01:09.85] Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
[01:14.91] Splinters of a poem
[01:17.60] Fragments of what you used to be
[01:20.60] Habitual and gullible
[01:22.81] Run-down memoirs is all that's left
[01:25.98] Do you wish to sleep?
[01:31.35] Do you aim for the shadow?
[01:35.78] Do you feel all infected?
[01:41.47] This life, the dark that binds you
[01:46.21] Frightened by your own smell
[01:51.59] Bitterness will run you through
[01:57.44] Silent screaming
[01:59.97] Turning, twisting the alphabet
[02:03.13] Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
[02:08.35] Splinters of a poem
[02:11.04] Fragments of what you used to be
[02:13.88] Habitual and gullible
[02:16.09] Run-down memoirs is all that's left
[02:19.26]
[02:58.26] It's the cowardice that pulls you under (under)
[03:03.00] And takes you to the end, where it begins (begins)
[03:08.54] Release, the world is waiting your arrival
[03:12.74] Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride
[03:19.22] Do you know about atrocity?
[03:23.81] Do you know that everbody's gone?
[03:29.02] Do you know that you're n your own?
[03:34.37] This life, the dark that binds you
[03:39.43] Frightened by your own smell
[03:44.65] itterness ill run you through
[03:52.06] Silent screaming
[03:54.44] Turning, twisting the alphabet
[03:57.60] Frantic eyes, waiting the answer
[04:02.84] Splinters of a poem
[04:05.37] Fragments of what you used to be
[04:08.38] Habitual and ullible
[04:10.59] Run-down memoirs is all that's left
[00:37.34] Do you hear steps at the door?
[00:42.40] Do you reckon the smell of this life
[00:50.72] The dark that binds you
[00:52.93] Frightened by your own smell
[00:57.99] Bitterness will run you through
[01:04.00] Silent screaming
[01:06.53] Turning, twisting the alphabet
[01:09.85] Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
[01:14.91] Splinters of a poem
[01:17.60] Fragments of what you used to be
[01:20.60] Habitual and gullible
[01:22.81] Run-down memoirs is all that's left
[01:25.98] Do you wish to sleep?
[01:31.35] Do you aim for the shadow?
[01:35.78] Do you feel all infected?
[01:41.47] This life, the dark that binds you
[01:46.21] Frightened by your own smell
[01:51.59] Bitterness will run you through
[01:57.44] Silent screaming
[01:59.97] Turning, twisting the alphabet
[02:03.13] Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
[02:08.35] Splinters of a poem
[02:11.04] Fragments of what you used to be
[02:13.88] Habitual and gullible
[02:16.09] Run-down memoirs is all that's left
[02:19.26]
[02:58.26] It's the cowardice that pulls you under (under)
[03:03.00] And takes you to the end, where it begins (begins)
[03:08.54] Release, the world is waiting your arrival
[03:12.74] Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride
[03:19.22] Do you know about atrocity?
[03:23.81] Do you know that everbody's gone?
[03:29.02] Do you know that you're n your own?
[03:34.37] This life, the dark that binds you
[03:39.43] Frightened by your own smell
[03:44.65] itterness ill run you through
[03:52.06] Silent screaming
[03:54.44] Turning, twisting the alphabet
[03:57.60] Frantic eyes, waiting the answer
[04:02.84] Splinters of a poem
[04:05.37] Fragments of what you used to be
[04:08.38] Habitual and ullible
[04:10.59] Run-down memoirs is all that's left