Perfection
The clock is ticking down
To the bomb in my head
Please cut the red wire
Don't cut the blue instead
Gears whirring way too fast
Can't separate fear from fact
I know I shouldn't be selfish
But I'm too used to the act
Someone needs to hold me
To...
To the bomb in my head
Please cut the red wire
Don't cut the blue instead
Gears whirring way too fast
Can't separate fear from fact
I know I shouldn't be selfish
But I'm too used to the act
Someone needs to hold me
To...