Box Of Lead

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