Bullet Wounds In My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 3 and 4

Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 3 Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME And, now – you expect me to be this strong boy That’s tainted with saliva and spit like a toddler’s toy You ruined me…you wrecked me with your plastic glory Where shall I flee? I’m a bird, ensnared in your ribcage of melancholy Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 4 Desolate in the place I once called My Home Sweet Home – what’s left of it? Now, What Have I Become to You? I’m the one lost in your twisted, wicked paradise Heartbroken by your fickle, outlandish ways… You have a frivolous spirit… Your heart i-is the embers a-and ashes down under…don’t seek me – I-I am not wise You have a frivolous spirit… Heartbroken by your fickle, outlandish ways I’m the one lost in your twisted, wicked paradise; Now, What Have I Become to You? What’s left of me? What am I left with? Nothing…and now, I rot, I rot, I rot on my own…but I am not alone…I roam in God’s Gracious Grassland of Gratitude Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME Where shall I flee? I’m a bird, ensnared in your ribcage of melancholy You ruined me…you wrecked me with your plastic glory That’s tainted with saliva and spit like a toddler’s toy And, now – you expect me to be this strong boy