I am a bullet, you are the brain, I think it's safe to assume I'm insane
but I'm not locked up, maybe I'm [bad word] up, from all the built up emotional pain
I am the fire, you are the forest, and there's no life left for me to proclaim
I want to wake you, I want to break you, until I know that nothing will remain

I am the master, you are the slave, and I will make sure you rot in your grave
destroy my spirit, destroy my whole life, and then you wonder "why do I behave
like a sick madman"?  just check your life span, and don't you worry about [bad word] it will be done soon, you think you're immune, to the cycle of death, what a saint

you're dead, your worthless life will nullify, I curse the days you were alive

you're dead...

I am the bullet, you are the brain, I think it's safe to assume I'm insane...

you're dead, your worthless life will nullify, I curse the days you were alive