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