¡Mentiroso! - Sometimes You Hear the Bullet

Try to remember: trade lead for memories
The shifting lines on the paper
Hard to transcribe all the experience
A collection of trials
Through the scope of a marksman

Who am I? I can't recall
Why was I left inside this hole
Thought I was ready for this
Sometimes you hear the bullet

Twitchy finger grips a little tighter
Crafting outlines, but the ink's run red
Eyes record in real-time, one blink, it's all gone
Hear the voices fade out, one blink, it's all gone

Who am I? I can't recall
Why was I left inside this hole
Thought I was ready for this
Sometimes you hear the bullet

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¡Mentiroso!

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