Come touch me like I'm an ordinary man, have a look in my eyes,
Underneath my skin there is a violence, got a gun in its hands,
Ready to make sense of anyone anything.
Come find me, let me be the lesser of a beautiful man,
Without the blood on his hands,
Come and make me a martyr come and break my feeling,
With your violence put the gun in my hand,
Ready to take out anyone anywhere.
Black holes living in the side of your face,
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky,
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky,
Bullets are the beauty and I don't know why,
Personal responsibility.
Personal response insanity.
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