Letra original
ENLa traducción todavía no está disponible. Mostramos la letra original.
i catwalked the boulevards
a god without adorers
dead passengers turned around
and sighed like a strange chorus
but then i passed you and it was cruel
you instantly caught me with your reticule
faster than sonic speed you impacted
i tried hard to stay upright and correct it
you stopped inside my hurted brain
my boiling blood fell like hard rain
youre a missile
youre a bullet with my name
when youre a victim you lose all disciples
no ambulance there for first-aid supply
life wont floating out of my distant body
for there is you to help not to die
youre a not removable projectile
ill have to bear you for a while
your positions right behind my face
removing you would be the death
youre a bullet with my name
