The Bullet Songtext
von Cherryholt

Getting tattooed in your room
That rusty pin head always punctured through
Silent tensions a sad duet
We bottle the feelings then just readdress

You give me hope

I feel it sometimes
Try and choke the bullet in a pinch
I′m falling in line
My sorrow at fever pitch

I wanna mold it, want to kick it
Ask an angel if I'm sinning
Cause I quite like spending time with you

I feel it sometimes
My lonely spirit split in two
In two

Want to feel something but I can′t
Self-medicating with a spiky steel implant
To pale the darkening shades of blue
Absence is the cure since I lost you


You gave me hope

I feel it sometimes
Try and choke the bullet in a pinch
I'm falling in line
My sorrow at fever pitch

I wanna mold it, want to kick it
Ask an angel if I'm sinning
Cause I quite like spending time with you

I feel it sometimes
My lonely spirit split in two

You make me feel something real
Keep me floating stable and sound
Heavies a wound that does not heal
So I′m in pain whenever you around

I feel it sometimes
Try and choke the bullet in a pinch
I′m falling in line
My sorrow at fever pitch


I wanna mold it, want to kick it
Ask an angel if I'm sinning
Cause I quite like spending time with you

I feel it sometimes
My lonely spirit split in two
In two