Frisk Box Of Lead
Change sticks to my arm as I sweat to createWords slide
over the page as quick as drunk can relate
I'm soldered to your heart
Metal to the chest
Inseparable never-ending
Psychic Bullet-proof vest
But my depth for you is such that only the echoes record
the sound
As it hits I know it's true lots of years of it
definitely new
How long can it last
I'll tell you on my deathbed
My radioactive heart
Encased in your box of lead
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
I'm soldered
Radioactive
Radioactive
Radioactive
Radioactive
