Build a bridge, to knock it down.
Strike a match, to put it out.
The fire inside, began to ignite.
You flicked a switch and turned out the light.
I did not shoot her down,
I blame the bulleit.
There is no luck, there is no fate.
The life you live, is the one you made.
A fire inside, began to ignite.
You flicked a switch and turned out the light.
I did not shoot her down, I blame the bulleit.
She turned to dust, she hit the ground.
I blame the bulleit… the bulleit.
I fear that life is where I lost.
You paid the price, I bore the cost.
I hear you shout…
I curse your name…
What have you become?
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