In 1997 the Bullet was Shy - Sore

Sinful recognition in my life

Goes without no one

Goes when those foes gone

When my ignorance is biting those friends will not fall down

But time was surely found me

I do refuse to be abused by the sickening conclusion

The deafening delusion

Of life that once I’ve known

Of life that once might have grown

By now resolution is engine

failed for my own game

Game for all to shame

Well I do refuse to be abused by the sickening conlclusion

The deafening delusion

Of life that once I’ve known

Of life that once might have grown