Bullets And Octane

This is the first day of the end of your life
As an emotion, it just don’t seem right
I get the feelin’ every time that you’re near
That it’s all down hill from here…
This time I know what you’re thinking
All your disease in the making
I can hear in your whispers
I can tell you’re mistaking it
and that wonderful pictures that are already taken
Because you never would let me
I swore you’d never forget me
Yeah, you’ll always regret me
‘Cause this is real
This is real
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
And it’ll be the first day, of the end of your life
As an emotion, it just won’t seem right
I get the feelin’ every time that you’re near
That it’s all down hill from here
This is the first day, of the end of your life
As an emotion, it just won’t seem right
I get the feelin’ every time that you’re near
That it’s all down hill from here