Bottom - Bullseye

So much hate in a waste land
Gone rancid, stranded
Leaper duel than truce,
Knock me off my guard
Shattered and scarred

I'm the bullseye
Straight up in the fire red sky
Flames go off in the distance
Holding on, I don't feel so fine
Hard blows in the load out
Really knocks me off my guard
Tears the seal wide open
Really pulls at my heart
You sank my battle ship
I feel the action
Up against my chest
Right from the get go
I doubt my second guess

Cant you see that you deny
Hey, hell its your cross to survive
Cant you see it too'll be mine
Hey, hey hey, hey, I'm the bullseye

Hate hurts the hater
A diplomat in disguise
Turn color at breakdown
Idol hands that compromise
All the seal have lashed out
The truth is sometimes hard to hide
Sunk down at the bottom
Taken out by your allies

Cant you see that you deny
Hey, hell its your cross to survive
Cant you see it too'll be mine
Hey, hey hey, hey, I'm the bullseye

Sink back in the post round
Idol hands that call for sides
Smell scent of infection
Amputate or codorize
I feel the action
Up against my best
Right from the get go, get go
I doubt my second guess

Cant you see that you deny
Hey, hell its your cross to survive
Cant you see it too'll be mine
Hey, hey hey, hey, I'm the bullseye