The Roman king, the Romulus, the precipice born to changeThe final days, the last appraise Augustus, Nero taking namesI'm high then I'm low, low stop thenI go, go bipolarOh, oh yes then I'm no, noMy time will comeI promise thatPull the trigger back, backBullet in a gunBut in the end my time will comeLike a bullet in a gunBlood, sweat and tears to be the oneBullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gunBullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gunBullet in a gun
To make a name you pay the priceYou give your life no other wayThe Devil's deal, it comes aroundTo wear the crownRise up from the ground
I'm high then I'm low, low stop thenI go, go bipolarOh, oh yes then I'm no, noMy time will comeI promise thatPull the trigger back, back
Bullet in a gunBut in the end my time will comeLike a bullet in a gunBlood, sweat and tears to be the oneBullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gunBullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gunBullet in a gun
How many voices go unheard?How many lessons never learned?How many artists fear the light, fear the pain, go insane, lose your mind, lose yourself(You only care about fame and wealth)Sellout, sellout, sellout!
Bullet in a gunBut in the end my time will comeLike a bullet in a gunBlood, sweat, and tears to be the oneBullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gunBullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gunBullet in a
