the catalyst that we can't talk about
when our eyes turn to glass
and the walls start to come down
one night on the floor
one night against the wall
every time tracking the cracks in my skull
we've spun on red lines
we start at the end
we've dropped down red lines
and we held our breath
everything gets deranged now
but i'm still trying to become the change
you can't stop what has begun
with the radio, acid, and a gun