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 $#&@ 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 lose 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

Black humour is something you might find

Chorus ...