Do you wanna see us buried under Texas
Sleeping underwater if you try to test us


I'm killing a guitar slowly

Living in a blackout, dying in a white house

Cutting the connection, thought you'd never get out

I'm killing a guitar slowly

I'm shooting at a star falling

Hey, terrible. You can beg, you can rot, you can mold

The truth is my fuse and I've got fifty reasons to explode