Whitemour: Bullet


bullet through my brain, i'm dying...
i feel the lead, inside me

the gore of blood, everywhere
no one cares, i dont care

your hopes, your misery
in your skull, broken to pieces

Chorus:

i hold my, soul in one hand,
i feel the cold trigger in my finger and,
i let this, pain disappear,
i dont, regret anything

my mind so god damn full of hate,
but i find the peace only this way

this hatred, this agony
last fucking thing, that i see

your dreams, your nightmares
in your head, burns to ashes


Chorus:

i hold my, soul in one hand,
i feel the cold trigger in my finger and,
i let this, pain disappear,
i dont, regret anything