Texty: Botch. Other. God Vs. Science.
I didn't want to open my eyes,, but the bomb's strapped to my back, forced to hear the children's cries, i see no reason why (words) why (lines) life's this way, why (fear) why (love) as time decays, redefining. the cold black portrait stares back at me and i can see no reason why (force) why (fed) goes on this way, why (lock) why (load) as we decay, redefining, now the bomb's strapped to my back
Botch