In a lonely room lays an emptied soul,
who now knows he's been tossed like trash.
He wakes up in a chill sweat.

It's two A.M... (repeat, higher-pitched nightmare voice)
The fear is gone, (repeat, higher-pitched nightmare voice)
I'm laying here with a gun still warm,
My connection's dismissed me,
He's no longer takin' chances.
There's a Posse on the loose,
Sirens in my head,
Wrapped up in bandages,
The troopers lie dead,
There's nothing to decode,
My life falls apart into a frenzy.

Trekking down into the white-eyed zone,
Feels like a madhouse, it feels like home,
Running like a deer under moon and star,
Why didn't I know when I had gone too far?

Trekking down into the white-eyed zone,
Feels like a madhouse, it feels like home,
Running like a deer under moon and star,
Why didn't I know when I had gone too far?

You will come to know,
When the bullet hits the bone,
You will come to know,
When the bullet hits the bone.

In a graveyard spiral,
My destination is known,
A double-starred messenger, all alone,
I never had the perfection,
Henri, boy, where are you?

The night hangs low upon a guilty mind,
Three hundred miles from the border line,
When the killer comes, he'll know full well,
He's been cheated.

Trekking down into the white-eyed zone,
Feels like a madhouse, it feels like home,
Running like a deer under moon and star,
Why didn't I know when I had gone too far?

Trekking down into the white-eyed zone,
Feels like a madhouse, it feels like home,
Running like a deer under moon and star,
Why didn't I know when I had gone too far?

You will come to know,
When the bullet hits the bone,
You will come to know,
When the bullet hits the bone.