Contextual Analysis of "short fuse" in Lyrics

and now it's time to beg forgiveness for the selfish things you do

so don't you go p

burned limless victims of power's abuses

when everything is contaminated

marshmallow children bundled up so tight

long lines

blowing static on the paranoid short-wave

got to dismantle

hallowe'en's mate

we're all spores but we're never eunuchs

bad news everybody talkin' 'bout

all used up beyond a reasonable doubt

and we look at the time

we're standing on a land mine

infected wound. it's the type of pain you really dig and long for. i've always been insecure to open up and show love. some pretty girl with long hair

then it's punishing me constantly. she let me taste that sugarhole and of course

i'm like everybody here tonight

go on baby girl you know what i want

got a hair trigger

gimme an excuse

please don't test my

do not scratch the

awakes from its slumbering state

a world of pain to detonate

drunk nights

loud fights