Текст песни Bullet Ride - 2020 Remastered - In Flames

How do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of this life, the dark that binds you

Frigthened by your own smell
Bitterness will run you through

Silent screaming, turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible, run-down memoirs is all that's left

Do you wish to sleep?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you feel all infected?
This life, the dark that binds you

Frigthened by your own smell
Bitterness will run you through

Silent screaming, turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible, run-down memoirs is all that's left

It's the cowardice that pulls you under (under)
And takes you to the end, where it begins (begins)
Release, the world is waiting your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride

Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everbody's gone?
Do you know that you're on your own?
This life, the dark that binds you

Frigthened by your own smell
Bitterness will run you through

Silent screaming, turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes, awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible, run-down memoirs is all that's left