• Living confused,
    Wile my life is just a fuse.

    It burns slowing, traveling...
    Going faster and faster as the lies are unraveling

    The bomb at the end is a future of darkness
    No blade will hurt me as bad, no matter the sharpness.

    You were once the one met to put it out
    But your never there no matter how loud i shout.

    You've attached yourself to another bomb
    And only stair at this fuse remaining calm.

    You want to blow away
    From me you will astray

    So my fuse keeps burning
    And ill just keep yearning

    Now ill just lay in my tomb
    Waving goodbye.......boom!