Short Fused Songtext
von Traitors

Short fused, no other reactions
Only negativity
My hands begin to sweat
Destroy the good in life
My hands cut from the pieces left
I′m short fused
It's my creation
From my frustrations
Why am I so violent in these situations?
(Why am I so violent in these situations?)
I′m filled with so much anger
My lips are beginning to shake
A cold chill down my spine


Makes a bitter man break
Obsessive, compulsive
It's falling in on me
My thoughts are repulsive
I cannot let them be
Well aware of my surroundings
I won't help myself
Well aware of what I′m doing
I won′t stop myself
Well aware of my surroundings
I won't help myself
Well aware of what I′m doing
I won't stop myself