Testo: Bad Astronaut. Disarm.

I'm comin' home, I'm not bound anymore
On the brink of nothin', I'm just startin' somethin'

I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed
An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just sayin' it first

I don't want to lose everything that we grew
I'm not cuttin' you down, I'm just carryin' the axe

Knowin' it's half bad, knowin' it's a little sad
And there's blood on our hands
I hate this
No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel

I'm comin' home, we aren't sound anymore
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure

I'm not tearin' it down, I just can't find the sound
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off

Knowin' it's half bad, knowin' it's all smilin' sad
And the gun in my hand is empty
I am Mr. Guilt
Everyone is here to feel

I thank you all so much for my next trick
Next trip, drive home

[Incomprehensible]