Bolshevik Bullets - Estee Nack & Giallo Point

Walking around I hear The sounds of the earth seeking relief I'm trying to find a reason to live But the mindless clutter my path Oh, these thorns in my side Oh, these thorns in my side I know I have something free I have something so alive But I think they shoot 'cause they want I think they shoot 'cause they want I think they shoot 'cause they want it I feel forces all around me Come on raise your head Those who hide behind the shadows Live with all that's dead Look at me, look at me, look at me Atleast look at me when you shoot A bullet through my head Through my head, through my head In my lifetime when I'm disgraced Jealousy and lies I laugh aloud 'cause my life Has gotten inside someone else's mind Look at me, look at me, look at me Atleast look at me when you shoot A bullet through my head, through my head Through my head, through my head Hey, all I want is what's real Something I touch and can feel I'll hold it close and never let it go Said why, why do we live this life With all this hate inside? I'll give it away 'cause I don't want it no more Please help me find a place Somewhere far away Yes, I'll go and you'll never see me again Look at me, look at me Atleast look at me when you shoot A bullet through my head Through my head, through my head Look at me, look at me Atleast look at me when you shoot A bullet through my head Through my head, through my head Look at me, look at me