Bullet Songtext

You sit and stare into
Space, ride the tracks
That you trace just like
The lines that lead the
Tears down your face
And you wear
A look of despair
A lucid look of
Unsharable weight
Unbearable fate
That you're prepared
To erase
I was moving down
The track of a train
1-way ticket to a barren
Place but you're my
Ticket out. Get me off
Of the train you're my
Ticket to a better place You're my ticket out....

Spinning hell closed doors
Now I think I can hear the
Carousel full of horses that
Forces you up and down, down
Again up spin around
Again up and down down
Again up. There's a black
Hole up ahead, you relax
And you're dead the
Monumentum that you
Gained'll bring you back
But I better not see you
Caught back here next
Year, forget all your fears
Backpedal and steer
Grind the metal and gears
I was moving down the
Track of a train 1-way ticket
To a barren place but you're my
Ticket out....

Wear your red kimono
When you tuck me in
Helpless here while
You ascend

Now I'm moving down
The track of a train
Change my ticket
For a glimpse of
Your face, you're
My ticket out
Get me off of
The train, you're
My ticket to a
Better place
You're my ticket out.