Some days are just like this

Small spots on your skin where

You cannot stop

Itching all day long

And some people sure are

Nerve–wrecking as well

An overtaking desire to get numb

Oh nothing to see through

And no one to fuck with

It's a silent wasteland (so)

Listen to the bomb

Everyone looks good tonight

Listen to this song

Our river runs dry

Listen to the bomb

Everyone looks good tonight

Listen to this song

I love the sky

There's a place in my bedroom

There's a secret place where

I can hide at daytime

I shouldn't leave home

When we loose gravity

Vomit horizontally

I will hold your hand and

Listen to the bomb

I replace my machine

Replaced by machines

For the final neckbrake

So listen to the bomb

Chorus ...

Rise above the flames

Sharpen your knives

Burn the meat and eat us alive

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