Funeral For A Friend - Bullet Theory

SHOT!

Who shot the bullet
that killed the air tonight,
ithout a thought,
without a reason?
Take a gun called hate up against your heart,
and pull the trigger.
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 bind your tongue.
Is this oppression what we wanted,
or what we needed?
As we function on impatience,
when our patience is wearing thin,
will you live a lie that will destroy us all?

It’s over,
It's only over,
It's only over when we say. It’s over,
It's only over,
It's only over when we say.

Back and to the left,
back and to the left,
back and to the left,
come on and shoot motherfucker.

Yes, you like this baby?
Yes, you like this baby?
Yes you like this baby?
Well, just dance a little longer, longer.

SHOT!

It’s over,
It's only over,
It's only over when we say.

It’s over,
It's only over, (When we pull the trigger)
It's only over when we say.