I stand on defective landmines   Plunging my feet every which way   Relying on its chemical reaction   To give me an inspired fight for my life      CHORUS:   Potential waters running   Through translucent veins   Ecstasy of the ride, pain of the fall   My explosion has it all      Lightning fuses, burning incense   Implode, enclose, distraction   The subtleties of my satisfaction   Incarcerated into a frustrated action      My hands are pulled to my face   Metaphysical moviescreen of hope and horror    I see myself impaled on trifles   I am the one holding the rifle      Chorus      Consume my inner strength   Take a pen and write the way   TNT paints skulls on paper   Explode the feelings, crafted disaster   (x2)