Bullet
H.P. Buttcraft Lyrics

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
The wind is so strong that it hurts, and the rain is so sharp it feels like being hit by nails.

See it driving nails
The rain is hitting so hard that it's like someone is hammering nails into their souls.

Into the souls on the tree of pain
The souls of those who suffer are like branches on a tree of pain being pummeled by the rain.

From the firefly, a red orange glow
The only light around is a small and eerie dark-orange glow from a passing firefly.

See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
In the valley below, people are running in fear from the violence they know will come.

Bullet the blue sky
The violence of this world is shooting down even the innocent blue sky.

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
The sound of the violent wind reminds the listener of the incessant buzzing of a swarm of locusts.

Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Just like Jacob in the Bible, humans face struggles against things beyond their control, and sometimes they manage to overcome even angels.

You plant a demon seed; You raise a flower of fire
When people sow cruelty and hatred, they grow a flower that symbolizes only destruction and pain.

You see them burning crosses
The crosses – the religious symbol of Christianity – are being set on fire, which seems to symbolize an attack on both the Christian faith and anything good in this world.

You see the flames higher and higher
The flames grow constantly and unstoppably, as if burning whatever beauty remains in the world.

His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
The man approaching the artist is angry, like a flower growing amidst sharp thorns.

Like all the colors of a royal flush
The man has a sort of bright arrogance, similar to the feeling of winning a game of poker using all the most valuable cards.

And he's peeling off those dollar bills
The man is flaunting his wealth by peeling bills out of his pockets, eager to show off his riches.

Slapping them down
He makes a point of loudly slapping the bills down on the table, attracting lots of attention.

And I can see those fighter planes
The artist is being reminded of the violent danger present at all times by suddenly being able to see fighter planes overhead.

Across the mud huts where the children sleep
In the distance, small children sleep, unaware of the danger and chaos that surrounds them.

Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Amongst the chaos of the nation, there exist quiet city streets that are seemingly unaffected.

You take the staircase to the first floor
The specific directions given imply that the listener is walking through a specific and familiar location.

Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
The artist paints a vivid picture of a door being opened very slowly, as if the person on the other side is not quite ready to face the dangers of the world outside.

As a man breathes into a saxophone
As the music of the saxophone plays, it seems to calm and subdue the violence and danger in the world outside.

And through the walls you hear the city groan
Even though the artist is inside, they can hear the chaos and danger that is happening in the streets and the rest of the city outside.

Outside is America
The listener is reminded that all of this violence and destruction is happening within the borders of America, directly affecting them.

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
It seems like the sky is being torn apart, letting in even more rain, rather than helping to stop it.

See the rain through a gaping wound
The hole in the sky is so large it's almost like a fresh wound; and the rain only pours out of it in torrents.

Pounding on the women and children
Everyone, even the most vulnerable members of society, are affected and harmed by this constant rain and the violence that surrounds them.

Who run into the arms of America
People, especially the children, are desperate for protection from this rain and everything else; they run to America to be safe and protected.