Asking Alexandria

Kiss goodbye, to the poetic letters, the symptoms
Of being able to breathe without a care
Cushion the screaming, it's merely conversation in regards to
Speaking for the sake of concern
Take the flight of a butterfly, drop dead
Hear the whisper of the bullet's pace
Have you ever felt; heartbreak, bullet, kiss your heart?
Scream goodbye
You're dropping dead
And it's all over
Say hello, to the clock counting down the seconds
The bullets pace, your beating heart point A, point B!
Let's see how quick you are,