[bad word] touch me like I’m an ordinary man
Have a look in my eyes
Underneath my skin there is violence
Got a gun in its hand
Ready to make sense of
Anyone anything

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility

Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man 
Without the blood on his [bad word] and make me a [bad word] and break my feeling
With your violence with the gun to my head
Ready to take out anyone anywhere

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility