Lyrics

On me There's a button They've ticket the goods They've labeled the luggage They sent me here To a sterile, white Waiting room Not only I know I contain a ticking bomb They say The word They know The word is the code He oughta handle it Oh, I explode into pieces Do I care? My dismal lifework Who am I? What have I done? I've lost my self again I've punished the good The innocent, my beloved My liberator, my savior I know the situation I realize my deeds Blowing off the bomb Was lengthening Way out of hell Now who am I Deserving mercy now Done is done Perhaps I need Another bomb