This house is so explosive
Were all like dynamite
Just waiting to detonate
We all have such short fuses
And were screaming out our abuses.
You say you walk on egg shells?
Don't complain until you've taken
A tour of my hell.
Were all like TNT
Because we know the ending
And it's guaranteed to be messy.
There's no strategy to our places
It's just that every word we say is
Bound to blow up in our faces.
You say were disgraces?
Well what do you know?
Is your body filled with Nitro?
Then just shut up and go.
This place is a battle ground,
One more round,
We will bring it down.
Bombs are falling,
And no one is showing any signs of
It's not that were hating,
It's just our way of communicating
Leaves us scathing.
At least living in this war zone
I won't die alone,
Because this battlefield is my home.