Beating timebomb

It starts from the top to the bottom.
A living time bomb born inside a sack of blood.
The core of the heart is it's safety an beating clock.
Being born into the world of darkness is something nobody asks for.
Taken far from the safety into a urban distortion called the world we live in.

Screaming and crying the first song my ears will hear.
Even if its my own no wonder it won't turn away.
My mind will be clouded with feeding questions.
Should I be the one running away, is this the world thats full of answers?
Demonic impressions are called through board games that wont seem to approved.

Why would our age become chained to an elder tense when we call on the things we fear most?
Nobody is ready for what is about to happen.
They don't even know what my plans are anymore.
There is no contract to cancel with the life that has been given to my beating time clock.

This is why everyone that's vulnerable feel alone and forsaken.
What do I have to do to ignore those in front and behind me?
The human veins are so thin and fair skinned close to the bone.
It would seem senseless to cut myself till your defenseless.

Would it be angels or demons that take you to your family?
We never know how far this will go.
I wish this bomb inside my chest will explode so that suicide won't be in my sin list.

Blossom oh unholy church into the upside down cross.
Are they really...telling lies again?
Doesn't anyone realize they are in danger every second.
Why don't they stop living a lie and live like its their last day?

It is all sublime to rise above the new ground.
Just stop pretending to know and roll up those sleeves.
Still surrounded on a strangling sound from the past.
There are no wires on this heart anything can detonate it into millions of pieces.