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)