Ticking Bomb

歌詞

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.