Blow-Up

Playing with the fear that grows in bugs
It brings out all of our inner thugs
Playing with your shoehorned sympathy
There's a false dichotomy
Now we're moving on so step on my head
Like my early morning bed
Now we're moving on so step on my head

Anything within me will blow-up
Is this the death you're dreaming of

Four wall years disguise your golden tears
Keeping soul in your eyes
And building tooth castles in my mind
My glass vision leaks tears again
In a no name circus tent
With a red square with a white picket fence
Now we're moving on so step on my bed
So tell me what have you read
Now we're moving on so step on my head

Anything within me will blow-up
Is this the death you're dreaming of
Anything within me will blow-up
Is this the death you're dreaming of