BULLETS FILLED WITH PAST
The tip of the blade is balanced
On the tip of my finger
And the more its known
The more it digs into the same skin
That commited those sins
This is turning into pain that I wish could go away
And you pulling the trigger at my ear
With guns holding one bullet
Just hurts more
Bullets come faster than I can pray
And I still keep firing at my head
With sins that took the life of the worlds savior
Stitch your mouth and thoughts shut
Stick the leftovers on the wall and I'll look when I Want to
Stitch your mouth and thoughts shut
Stop making me look into the mirror