Gang Bang Suicide

Well if you love what you are

Then you lose, try to sew

All the things you can’t leave

Through the minds, and retrieve

They say science doesn’t care

But my heart is a house

Will you come and move in

Leave a space for us to give

So when you die will you leave

Behind all the leaves

That were sewed to ourselves

With our mouths and the webs

Was it hard to retrieve

All the lines in the seeds

Do you love do you try

I don’t care it’s the sight

So let’s wash all the fear

Grow a hand in a mirror

With the lights on our skin

They say whoa never win

If you like to sew up

Then I wish you grow up

And take the lines from your face

Age so sweet, and replace

It’s the sound that

I want It’s the low belting call

It’s the science of my heart

It’s a house can we start

Well your mouth is a gun

Yeah your mouth is a gun (x7)

You hated all of you (x8)

I really think that we did the best that we could (x4)

They say science doesn’t care,

But my heart is a house (x4)