Letra de Disarm

(Houston)
I´m coming home,
I´m not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
I´m just starting something.

I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed, an arsenal of outbursts
But I´m just saying it first.
I don´t want to lose everything that we grew.
I´m not cutting you down, I´m just carrying the axe.

Knowing it´s half bad, knowing its a little sad
And there´s blood on our hands. I hate this.
No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel:
I´m coming home. We aren´t sound anymore,
I can´t build a purpose in this falling structure.

I´m not tearing it down, I just can´t find the sound.
I´m disarming the bomb before it goes off.

Knowing it´s half bad, knowing it´s all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home.

(What´s happening)
(Let´s go)

No hard feelings.