It's an open wound; the blood is changing shades
Take some salt and rub it in until the right profile is met
Peruse the gallery of this modern art
Orange to red, no need for the blue
Helpless held by the throat,
A hostage does what it's told
Fear is a powerful thing;
I've got this gun to show
I'm so scared, I'm so scared, I'm so scared
A vote for an illusion seems all I can do.

While the colors match the suit
Bullets on the dance floor; cowboys behind oak doors
Play the game of "Who's who?
"Do you believe in God," or should I shoot you too?
No matter the skin tone
We get buried in the same holes
White is not the only color afraid of blood red.

Put your dick away and let's all calm down
So many scars won't buy the world.
Time goes by but history hangs around
So many scars can't buy the world.


Lyrics submitted by InspectorMustache

Bullets song meanings
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