You're getting too close too close for comfort Your heart is racing racing away They're trying to kill ya they're trying to kill ya Hide in the sand just to stay alive I can smell the bullet the bleeding the shame I can see no reason for poison the game I don't want to feel or hear it again Cause i can smell the bullet the bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame There's blood on your hands there's blood in your veins Your finger nails are dirty in pain Your hands are gripped trigger point to the kill Bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame Bleeding the shame