Becoming Bulletproof Testo

No more dreams of distant songs and falling hammers, and no more violent heroes. today has been coloured in with the faint taste of forever, shining in even the most shallow of lights. I'll make that promise to myself tomorrow, 'cause today cannot reach that long. three feet underneath sorrow I'm grabbing my courage by the top. the three sweetest of words feeling far too shallow. [I'm generating. I'm bulletproof] ...and my juliet whispers. sounds the rebound of my broken heart; I've spent my time becoming naive.
b e c o m i n g.
to the touch, it burns; and your warmth reminded me.
your nothing means everything