Phantom Bullet
๐ต 1615 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:20 duration
๐ ID: 9533744
๐ Lyrics
"There's a poor little bastard"
"Who sits in his filth cluttered room"
"And thinks..."
Am I a step in God's plan?
Or a pawn in the Devil's game?
A bastard son, cursed to wake and see
The light (See the light)
Of another day
It's humiliating
To breathe in this skin
Wiping the sleep from his eyes
Disappointed that he's still breathing
Surrender the virus from his head
That eats him up like syphilis
He was happy for one hour
Until his mother told him he was dreaming
He says, I will leave the world the same way I came in
Like an accident
"Stare into the dismorphic mirror, only to see it really wasn't him"
"So they Traumatized him with scripture, believing it would make him clean"
"Dream, a man with a big head and ugly face much like himself tells him"
"Son you're only dreaming so wake up, it isn't really me"
Tearing away
Punch, kick, and scream
No clarity, for I
My thoughts will murder me
There's a tomb stone that shares his last name
The man sleeping there was always screaming
His genetic makeup consists of mistakes
Lying, and self-pity
"He had another dream that night"
"His eyes closed and he woke up in the same room where it happened"
"That same wooden table, that same ash tray, that same father, the same 9mm"
"He witnessed art in the making"
"A sullen face, a bullet, and a wall for the canvas"
"A blood splatter, like a symmetrical ink blot"
"It's like looking into a mirror of my future he thought"
"Why are you there, damn you?!"
"You don't do anything!"
"You won't help me!"
"You won't even hold me!"
"You're no one!"
"No one!"
"NO ONE!"
("Why won't you look at me?")
ใใณใใฎ๏ผ
"Who sits in his filth cluttered room"
"And thinks..."
Am I a step in God's plan?
Or a pawn in the Devil's game?
A bastard son, cursed to wake and see
The light (See the light)
Of another day
It's humiliating
To breathe in this skin
Wiping the sleep from his eyes
Disappointed that he's still breathing
Surrender the virus from his head
That eats him up like syphilis
He was happy for one hour
Until his mother told him he was dreaming
He says, I will leave the world the same way I came in
Like an accident
"Stare into the dismorphic mirror, only to see it really wasn't him"
"So they Traumatized him with scripture, believing it would make him clean"
"Dream, a man with a big head and ugly face much like himself tells him"
"Son you're only dreaming so wake up, it isn't really me"
Tearing away
Punch, kick, and scream
No clarity, for I
My thoughts will murder me
There's a tomb stone that shares his last name
The man sleeping there was always screaming
His genetic makeup consists of mistakes
Lying, and self-pity
"He had another dream that night"
"His eyes closed and he woke up in the same room where it happened"
"That same wooden table, that same ash tray, that same father, the same 9mm"
"He witnessed art in the making"
"A sullen face, a bullet, and a wall for the canvas"
"A blood splatter, like a symmetrical ink blot"
"It's like looking into a mirror of my future he thought"
"Why are you there, damn you?!"
"You don't do anything!"
"You won't help me!"
"You won't even hold me!"
"You're no one!"
"No one!"
"NO ONE!"
("Why won't you look at me?")
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โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.92] "There's a poor little bastard"
[00:15.80] "Who sits in his filth cluttered room"
[00:19.62] "And thinks..."
[00:21.33] Am I a step in God's plan?
[00:25.89] Or a pawn in the Devil's game?
[00:29.84] A bastard son, cursed to wake and see
[00:33.72] The light (See the light)
[00:37.33] Of another day
[00:39.51]
[00:42.63] It's humiliating
[00:48.35] To breathe in this skin
[00:51.19] Wiping the sleep from his eyes
[00:53.77] Disappointed that he's still breathing
[00:57.59] Surrender the virus from his head
[01:00.39] That eats him up like syphilis
[01:03.99] He was happy for one hour
[01:06.12] Until his mother told him he was dreaming
[01:10.46] He says, I will leave the world the same way I came in
[01:14.30] Like an accident
[01:16.75]
[01:17.16] "Stare into the dismorphic mirror, only to see it really wasn't him"
[01:22.23] "So they Traumatized him with scripture, believing it would make him clean"
[01:30.64] "Dream, a man with a big head and ugly face much like himself tells him"
[01:35.74] "Son you're only dreaming so wake up, it isn't really me"
[01:41.83]
[01:44.22] Tearing away
[01:47.56] Punch, kick, and scream
[01:50.97] No clarity, for I
[01:54.11] My thoughts will murder me
[01:58.11]
[02:12.88] There's a tomb stone that shares his last name
[02:16.50] The man sleeping there was always screaming
[02:20.64] His genetic makeup consists of mistakes
[02:24.43] Lying, and self-pity
[02:27.62]
[02:28.11] "He had another dream that night"
[02:31.68] "His eyes closed and he woke up in the same room where it happened"
[02:35.67] "That same wooden table, that same ash tray, that same father, the same 9mm"
[02:42.47] "He witnessed art in the making"
[02:45.17] "A sullen face, a bullet, and a wall for the canvas"
[02:48.43] "A blood splatter, like a symmetrical ink blot"
[02:52.50] "It's like looking into a mirror of my future he thought"
[02:57.39]
[02:59.73] "Why are you there, damn you?!"
[03:02.64] "You don't do anything!"
[03:04.08] "You won't help me!"
[03:05.31] "You won't even hold me!"
[03:06.66] "You're no one!"
[03:08.03] "No one!"
[03:09.22] "NO ONE!"
[03:10.40] ("Why won't you look at me?")
[03:13.61]
[03:18.50] ใใณใใฎ๏ผ
[03:20.26]
[00:15.80] "Who sits in his filth cluttered room"
[00:19.62] "And thinks..."
[00:21.33] Am I a step in God's plan?
[00:25.89] Or a pawn in the Devil's game?
[00:29.84] A bastard son, cursed to wake and see
[00:33.72] The light (See the light)
[00:37.33] Of another day
[00:39.51]
[00:42.63] It's humiliating
[00:48.35] To breathe in this skin
[00:51.19] Wiping the sleep from his eyes
[00:53.77] Disappointed that he's still breathing
[00:57.59] Surrender the virus from his head
[01:00.39] That eats him up like syphilis
[01:03.99] He was happy for one hour
[01:06.12] Until his mother told him he was dreaming
[01:10.46] He says, I will leave the world the same way I came in
[01:14.30] Like an accident
[01:16.75]
[01:17.16] "Stare into the dismorphic mirror, only to see it really wasn't him"
[01:22.23] "So they Traumatized him with scripture, believing it would make him clean"
[01:30.64] "Dream, a man with a big head and ugly face much like himself tells him"
[01:35.74] "Son you're only dreaming so wake up, it isn't really me"
[01:41.83]
[01:44.22] Tearing away
[01:47.56] Punch, kick, and scream
[01:50.97] No clarity, for I
[01:54.11] My thoughts will murder me
[01:58.11]
[02:12.88] There's a tomb stone that shares his last name
[02:16.50] The man sleeping there was always screaming
[02:20.64] His genetic makeup consists of mistakes
[02:24.43] Lying, and self-pity
[02:27.62]
[02:28.11] "He had another dream that night"
[02:31.68] "His eyes closed and he woke up in the same room where it happened"
[02:35.67] "That same wooden table, that same ash tray, that same father, the same 9mm"
[02:42.47] "He witnessed art in the making"
[02:45.17] "A sullen face, a bullet, and a wall for the canvas"
[02:48.43] "A blood splatter, like a symmetrical ink blot"
[02:52.50] "It's like looking into a mirror of my future he thought"
[02:57.39]
[02:59.73] "Why are you there, damn you?!"
[03:02.64] "You don't do anything!"
[03:04.08] "You won't help me!"
[03:05.31] "You won't even hold me!"
[03:06.66] "You're no one!"
[03:08.03] "No one!"
[03:09.22] "NO ONE!"
[03:10.40] ("Why won't you look at me?")
[03:13.61]
[03:18.50] ใใณใใฎ๏ผ
[03:20.26]