Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bulletproof , by - Senser. Song from the album Schematic, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 23.05.2004
Record label: One Little Independent
Song language: English
Bulletproof |
| Methods of restriction are now fully automated |
| Used to make you feel safe inside your world but now you hate it |
| Bloated not sated, gazing sorrowfully from a wreck that you created |
| Abject loss, I cannot navigate it |
| With the innocent energy of a kids sublime creation |
| He’s a flying levitator conjured by subjugation |
| He is here to relish the fear, combatative poise transfixed to tear |
| At natures ward, from ground to air |
| Devastating mind controlling generals and presidents |
| Effortlessly still evading avalanching evidence |
| He ascertains the power is spreading |
| Reveals genetic codes unthreading |
| Each and every man and woman |
| Grasping out to armageddon |
| Leveraging living costs till infrastructures hemorrhage |
| Terrified consensus crushing all seditious elements |
| Making and wasting life with his broken apparatus |
| The event is overrated, shapes defined by saturation |
| Technospeak and doublespeak which at its best is incomplete |
| How alive now he can feel from his world he sits concealed |
| To fully hide the motives in this all consuming losing streak |
| Testing danger to reveal how his fate has been sealed |
| Rise, seize, question |
| The world is the will of the sentient |
| A catalogue of dialogue, prosaic administrators |
| Rejecting, taking steps to break the monotonous sound breakers |
| Zoning into striking distance inking the words of careful choice |
| Divining light, increasing insight returning to the voice |
| First world dictators, shadow players, widow makers |
| A black nimbus rolling out across the acres |
| Transparent greed and hoarding, sick clutching, grasping essence in dead method |
| Time to learn your first and only lesson |
| Rise, seize, question |
| The world is the will of the sentient |
| And it lives no matter what you put it through |
| Rest assured the conviction is bulletproof |
| It dismantles the cloaking revealing you |
| Better hope that your new shroud is bulletproof |
| Class divisions, roles played out in open prisons |
| 'Is this my decision' outside the loop you may have visions |
| Spoilt children, in some broken re-enactment |
| Yes you will be culpable for each and every action |
| This pining virtuosity a condition you hate |
| Living is the feeling, temporal is the living |
| Time is the restriction, if nothing is beyond |
| Your holding on your body is your bond |