[[Hook]]
Look Above And Below The Two Surfaces...
Sky The Ground, Three Pushes Seaze Their Own Two Purposes...
To Bring My Fall Like Autum Folliage...

And Answer All Questions Beyond The Bullit...

My Last Short Breath Takes All The Evil That I've Placed In...
And I Grasp Every Thought That Flickers Through My Arrangement...
But The Only Old Thing To Keep Rewinding Over Again...

Is The Lingering Question Of What Lies Beyond The Bullit...

[[Verse 1]]
Strong Aims Soley Point Out This Doubt Leaving My Only Voice Out To The Heavans Slowly Toyed...
Thoughts Played, In Lonely Voids Seaming Moist From So Many Questions Like "Los Lonley Boys"...
Bullits Folden Faith While I Hold This Open Place To Pull This Visual Aid From Memories Of Golden Gates...
Still With Molded Paint Like Still Clips, Bold N' Faint All In One Image Of A Holesom Place Away From Colts N' Hate...
Storybook Atmospheres Apear In All Glory So I Recall, Ordinary Sucsess Stories And Look Past All Worry...
GOD SAVE ME!!!...
As Weary Took Me, Collapsed These Years, So Sorry As My Faith Crumbled With Gods History Wrapped In My Tears Quary...

[[Chorus]]
Bullits, Jesus...
God This, Childs Dreams Aren't Breathing...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...
Stop It, Please Jesus...
My Ispirations Dead Just Contemplating These Thoughts...
Devistation Spawns As Brilliance Is Just Another, Senclessly Caught...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...
These Webs Of The World Wide...
Entrance All Times Of The Young Mind...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...
Kids Just Looking For There Out Of The Cold Wind...
But Only Find That Wich Lies Beyond The Bullit...

[[Verse 2]]
Every Droplet Severs Prophets And Harps, Angels, STOP IT! Wings Fall, Breaking My Heart...
Cloud Nine Met Its Minus, Three Kings Cheeper Starts Sureneties Birth At Six Feet Darker Then Previous Creations Of Art...
Once Apon A Challenged Youth I Spun My Lies In Truth And Had My Beliefs Crushed By Maliced Crews...
Learned To Huss-le And Use Others Trust To Bust My Feet Threw The Doors Of Out Lived Tunes...
I Used To Picture God With Her Pure White Robe, Wish Ya Could Have Grown Out Of More Then Smoke And Light Shows...
Saw White Rows Of Clouds Out Among Miles Of Bright Flows Of Gods Power In More Then A Pine Cone...

[[Chorus]]
Bullits, Jesus...
God This, Childs Dreams Aren't Breathing...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...
Stop It, Please Jesus...
My Ispirations Dead Just Contemplating These Thoughts...
Devistation Spawns As Brilliance Is Just Another, Senclessly Caught...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...
These Webs Of The World Wide...
Entrance All Times Of The Young Mind...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...
Kids Just Looking For There Out Of The Cold Wind...
But Only Find That Wich Lies Beyond The Bullit...

[[Verse 3]]
Clouds Scortched The Sky While It Still Lurred The Mind With Its Pressance Of Times Exile...
A Place Where Tourches Of Fire Play With Eyes Switching Its Shade Every Bit Of Time They Find...
Blue Glazed Scenes, Music Plays, Pictures Of Surene Yet Foolish Days...
Every Tune Tamed By This "Coolwhiped" Place Sits Light-ly Pleased On My Useless Brain...
God If Only This, Folliage Of Soulful Aid Were Not Just Only An Old Dreams Limb...
To Cruch And Prop The Only Holy Village That Could Keep God's Unholy Pillaged...
I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE!!!
14 Years Of Stray Beliefs Under Gunblaze As A Hollow Grave Is Shurley Gunnin For Last Game...
Lives Played With Mine The Same, Time Has Came And Past, So Remember Me By This One Last Phraze...
You Wanna Grasp Fate With All Great-ness Then Ask Always With No Hesitate, God What Is Beyond The Last Day...

[[Goodnight]]
Regretfully Finding Answers...
As I Dance Around These Cancers...
Damp Shirts And Lands Burned...
As The Youth Of The World Utters Their Last Words...