The truth is, I'm just another mutant kid. Fused at the wrists and hips, these scars will tell you how I've lived.
I've seen the Son's face, if it wasn't for His grace, I don't know how I would have survived this place.
Your songs reminded me that I don't always have to be strong, that my tears weren't always wrong. My Savior offers me haven from the demons that plague this place.
My home is dark and cold, but He set fire to my bones. He set my soul ablaze and I made haste to escape this dreadful place.
I've thrown away all my ammunition, put aside all my false traditions. I've canceled all my plans, I've proven the enemy as a scam.
And now instead of taking it out on my wrist, I've turned my gun to a fist.
Okay so I wrote this kind of as a "what would I say to Twenty One Pilots?" kind of deal. Their music has helped me so much and inspired me to do even more. So, yeah lol.