Wasted, disposable dying scum
Two months tops before silence replace your small beating drum
Isn’t that what we’re all waiting for
So we can go home and celebrate our good life

But I feel gun powder
Burning under my skin
Don’t say another word
You might set off a spark
Cause I’ve got gun powder
Burning under my skin

Take me back to TV-land
Numbness is a safe zone
They never trained me for reality
I’m a reality-TV clone
Now did you say your 10 going on 11
Something is terribly wrong
Somehow I’m dying with you

But I feel gun powder
Burning under my skin
Don’t say another word
You might set off a spark
Cause I’ve got gun powder
Burning under my skin

Yemkela
Don’t leave now

Written by Blindside / ©2005 DRT Entertainment, Inc.

Behind the Song:
'Yemkela is a 10-year-old boy. He lives on the streets of Kayamande. His mom died of AIDS and his dad is gone. A normal person has 1000 T cells - if you have less than 200, you have AIDS - he has 20. When you see this kind of suffering you can choose to be numb to it or you can try to open yourself to a relationship. With meeting these people first hand and experiencing these emotions, you can't go back.' - Christian Lindskog (Blindside)