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.
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. Explain Request ×
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