Acronycal

So cold to the touch
I think I've said to much
Just crack this safe for me
Cause I'm not your property
This grave will call my name
Buried in all your shame
I'm like a bullet in the wind
I'll take your breath away
Your blackened heart won't feel
A thing except your misery
To hot for the sun
It burns them one by one
If courage took hold
Could it just save a soul
Cocked back and shes ready to go
Lined up shes all that I know
I aimed for something more
But wound up at your door
I'm like a bullet in the wind
I'll take your breath away
Your blackened heart won't feel
A thing except your misery