| Song | If Wishes Were Bullets |
| Artist | Die So Fluid |
| Album | The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime |
| Got a new taste in my mouth. | |
| This time I don’t wanna spit it out. | |
| I don’t know how it happened. | |
| I was losing the battle. | |
| I became resigned to a state of mind. | |
| Came from nowhere | |
| I don’t know how | |
| So don’t struggle | |
| You got me now | |
| I don’t know where you came from | |
| But I know it don’t feel wrong | |
| All that I can do is give myself to you. | |
| Can I trust it? | |
| Is it real? | |
| Will it leave me in mourning? | |
| All of this new blood I feel, | |
| Is it a slow killing poison? | |
| Woah, woah, oh | |
| If wishes were bullets we’d all be dead. | |
| Prayers come soaring way overhead. | |
| Confronted with substance, I double take. | |
| If this is an error it’s mine to make. | |
| Straight in the vein so I look away. | |
| Pain never comes and there’s no restraint. | |
| Intoxicated but I don’t faint. | |
| I count up my fingers and all the saints. | |
| Can I touch it? | |
| Is it real? | |
| Didn’t come with a warning. | |
| All of this new blood I feel, | |
| Is it a slow killing poison? | |
| Can I trust it? | |
| Is it real? | |
| Will it leave me in mourning? | |
| All of this new blood I feel, | |
| Is it a slow killing poison? | |
| Woah, woah |
| Got a new taste in my mouth. | |
| This time I don' t wanna spit it out. | |
| I don' t know how it happened. | |
| I was losing the battle. | |
| I became resigned to a state of mind. | |
| Came from nowhere | |
| I don' t know how | |
| So don' t struggle | |
| You got me now | |
| I don' t know where you came from | |
| But I know it don' t feel wrong | |
| All that I can do is give myself to you. | |
| Can I trust it? | |
| Is it real? | |
| Will it leave me in mourning? | |
| All of this new blood I feel, | |
| Is it a slow killing poison? | |
| Woah, woah, oh | |
| If wishes were bullets we' d all be dead. | |
| Prayers come soaring way overhead. | |
| Confronted with substance, I double take. | |
| If this is an error it' s mine to make. | |
| Straight in the vein so I look away. | |
| Pain never comes and there' s no restraint. | |
| Intoxicated but I don' t faint. | |
| I count up my fingers and all the saints. | |
| Can I touch it? | |
| Is it real? | |
| Didn' t come with a warning. | |
| All of this new blood I feel, | |
| Is it a slow killing poison? | |
| Can I trust it? | |
| Is it real? | |
| Will it leave me in mourning? | |
| All of this new blood I feel, | |
| Is it a slow killing poison? | |
| Woah, woah |