Lyrics

Theres something burning a hole in my head.
I gotta pull it out but shes got plans instead.
My voice croaks. My voice croaks when Im asking...
Since when do bullets start to sing?
Since when did this become a thing?
Am I living? Am I leaving? Am I dreaming or am I gone?
Do you see me? Can you hear me?
You see, my sunken eyes are telling stories that I brought from way back home.
Do you see me? Can you feel me? Can you hear my song?
Since when did bullets start to sing?
Since when did this become a thing?

Since when did bullets start to sing?
Since when did this become a thing?
Since when can rocks do anything but sink?
And I try hard but it dont mean anything.

My voice croaks.