Lech

I know why Judas wept, motherfucker Yeah The fires burn on the summit Shining a light on the ones I've killed Survivor's guilt undetermined I could murder the world in all the blood I've spilled Banishment, sequestered and conquered To hell with your intelligence Just figure out your common sense No one is bulletproof Yeah I'll eat the skins of my brothers The alabaster bones will make a perfect wall Can I fill in the cracks of these feelings With every terrible piece or maybe nothing at all? Selfishness, take credit for everything What more could you ask for? And does it matter anymore? No one is bulletproof Yeah Can you feel the cold? Fortune never favors the old Tired of defending myself Go complain to somebody else, somebody else Yeah The monsters in your madness are the voices in your head They're scratching at your windows as you hide beneath the bed You live like fucking heatheans, so you'll die like pagan gods In between the poison and the pure, contagions and the cure Nine for sure Nine for sure Nine for sure Nine for sure I got a bone that's dead inside of me It's a rotting sick that I don't need Feel free to vent your denigration I can't believe I'm saying this I'll live with my regrets I'll die by my decisions I'm not your fucking superstar Keep it close, you're going way too far No one is bulletproof, bulletproof No one is bulletproof, bulletproof No one is bulletproof, bulletproof