Woorden: Wednesday 13. A Bullet Named Christ.

Lost, in a familiar place
This channel will not change
This feeling's all too strange
It's like home in many ways

Got nothing left inside
On to the darker side
Into the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ

They swarm us all like flies
Don't know the wrong from right
There's comes a time to decide
I'll choose the darker side

Got nothing left inside
On to the darker side
Into the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ

Into the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ
Into the darkness we ride
Into the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ
Into the darkness we ride
Into the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ
Into the darkness we ride

Got nothing left inside
On to the darker side
Into the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ

On a bullet named Christ
On a bullet named Christ
On a bullet named Christ
On a bullet named Christ
On a bullet named