Lyrics: Bullet Theory
Album: Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation
Artist: Funeral For A Friend
 

Who shot the bullet
That killed the air tonight
Without a thought, without a reason
Take a gun called hate
Up against your heart
And pull the trigger

It’s over, it’s only over
It’s only over when we say

The smoke and mirrors
The lies that wind your tongue
Is this oppression what we wanted?
or what we needed?
As we function on impatience
And our patience is wearing thin
And live a lie that will destroy us all

Back and to the left come on
And shoot motherfucker

You like this baby?
You want to dance a little longer?