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