Change sticks to my arm as I sweat to create Words slide over the page as quick as drunk can relate I'm soldered to your heart Metal to the chest Inseparable never-ending Psychic Bullet-proof vest But my depth for you is such that only the echoes record the sound As it hits I know it's true lots of years of it definitely new How long can it last I'll tell you on my deathbed My radioactive heart Encased in your box of lead I'm soldered x 8 Radioactive x 4