Lost between here and psychosis
Seeking a shelter, not emptiness
Exploited by liars
Trying to find the missing link
Everything seems to be routine
Having nothing to fall back on
I'm detached from life
Lost my relapse security
And I will end up with a gun in my hand
But it could have been worse
I could have been out of bullets
Cold steel in my hand
I want to make it warm
To many people in my land
People I want to harm
Lost my relapse security
And I will end up with a gun in my hand
But it could have been worse
I could have been out of bullets
Out of Bullets
Seeking a shelter, not emptiness
Exploited by liars
Trying to find the missing link
Everything seems to be routine
Having nothing to fall back on
I'm detached from life
Lost my relapse security
And I will end up with a gun in my hand
But it could have been worse
I could have been out of bullets
Cold steel in my hand
I want to make it warm
To many people in my land
People I want to harm
Lost my relapse security
And I will end up with a gun in my hand
But it could have been worse
I could have been out of bullets
Out of Bullets