Here Come the Bullets

Oh, yeah! Tick-tick goes the clock in the engine of my

brain. Sick, sick of the lies while we're sleeping

with the pain. And everybody's talking in their own ways. Wishing they were

dying, they could find a better place. I'm getting fed up.

Up. I won't play this game. I'm getting fed up.

Up. I'm going insane. Here come the bullets, dancing in the

sky. Here come the bullets, laughing at the blind.

Here come the bullets, it's time to say goodbye. Here come