Stillpoint White Bullet
Secret's in his eyes
So he keeps them closed
He's playing off both sides
So sure that no one knows
Behind the lines there's a silent man
Each time he takes another
A small bit dies and I dunno why
But if you have to suffer
Suffer this
We all go to ground
But some will never reach these heights
At least that's what you tell yourself
Every Friday night
Secret's in his eyes
So he keeps them closed
He's playing off both sides
So sure that no one knows
Behind the lines there's a silent man
Each time he takes another
A small bit dies and I dunno why
But if you have to suffer
Suffer this
