I know why Judas wept motherfucker!. The fires burn on the summit. Shining a light on the ones I've killed. Survivor's guilt undetermined. I could murder the world in all the blood I've spilled. Banishment. Still question and conquered. To hell with your intelligence. Just figure out your common sense. No one is bulletproof!. I'll eat the skins of my brothers. Yellow pastor bones will make a perfect wall. Gonna fill in the cracks of these feelings. With every terrible piece or maybe nothing at all?. Selfishness. Take granted for everything. What more could you ask for?. It doesn't matter anymore. No one is bulletproof!. Can you feel the cold?. Fortune never favors the old. Tired of defending myself. Go complain to somebody else. Somebody else. The masses and your manners. Are the voices in your head. They're smashing out your windows. That you worked for beneath your bed. You live right fucking 'neath it. So you'll die like thanking gods. In between the voices and the pure. 'Cause masses have the charm. Nine for sure! Nine for sure!. Nine for sure! Nine for sure!. And I have only sand inside of me. It's a rotting sick that I don't need. To pene-vent your interro-gration. I can believe I'm saying this. I'll live with my regrets. I'll die by my decisions. I'm not your fucking superstar. Keep it closed you're going way too far. No one is bulletproof. Bulletproof. No one is bulletproof. Bulletproof. No one is bulletproof. Bulletproof!