and there's a girl in a sawmill attatched to a bomb
tick tick tick, in the vietnam
doesn't know my name, i know hers
listen to her voice, oh it keeps me calm.
heats in my head now, won't release
sudden stops on the city streets
people looking, shouting, calling, i hate it,
diverge from the freaks my mind creates
tick tick tick in the vietnam, time slows
mind grows, hands shake and i hate it
her eyes, meet mine, first time, i made this?
creeps into mind, again, it goes, it goes.
