Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
I know why Judas wept, motherfuckerThe 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 spilledBanishment
Still question the conquered
To hell with your intelligence
Just figure out your common senseNo one is bulletproofAnd I'll eat the skins of my brothers
Yellow pastor bones will make a perfect wall
Gonna fill in the cracks of these feelings
With every terrible piece or maybe nothing at allSelfishness
Take granted for everything
What more could you ask for?
It doesn't matter anymoreNo one is bulletproofCan you feel the cold?
Fortune never favors the old
Tired of defending myself
Go complain to somebody else
Somebody elseThe masses and your manners
Are the voices in your head
They're smashing out your windows
That you worked for beneath your bed
You live right fucking 'neath it
So you'll die like thanking gods
In between the voices and the pure
'Cause masses have the charmNine for sureAnd I have only sand inside of me
It's a rotting sick that I don't need
To pene-vent your interro-gration
I can 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 closed, you're going way too farNo one is bulletproof
Bulletproof
No one is bulletproof
Bulletproof
No one is bulletproof
Bulletproof