• While I was on my way
    to the center of your heart.
    But I lost my way,
    and was torn apart.

    Demons carried my limp body
    into a hole in mother Earth.
    And threw me in the fires,
    the fires of never ending thirst.
    I am inside your soul,
    inside your hate.
    Do you want me? Do I need this?

    Feeling so numb, feeling confused.

    My only defense is bullets,
    and the hope of hitting something dangerous...
    something dangerous like you.

    I got out of your Hell,
    but once I did,
    I took a life...
    I didn't know what I had given...
    odds are, I wouldn't like what it was...

    So I ran with bullets
    and the hopes of hitting something dangerous...
    something dangerous like you.

    The odds are against thee
    and you aim to kill me...
    But...
    am I ready to die?

    To the sound of your heartpounding inside my ear,
    I race with only bullets
    and the hopes of hitting something dangerous
    like you...