Lyrics:
Wasted disposable dying scumTwo months tops before silence replaces your small beating drumIsn't that what we're all waiting forSo we can go home and celebrate our good lifeBut I feel gun powderBurning under my skinDon't say another wordYou might set off a sparkCause i've got gun powderBurning under my skinTake me back to tv-landNumbness is a safe zoneThey never trained me for realityI'm a reality-tv cloneNow did you say your 10 going on 11?Something is terribly wrongSomehow I'm dying with youBut I feel gun powderBurning under my skinDon't say another wordYou might set off a sparkCause I've got gun powderBurning under my skinYamkela