Don't let it penetrate your mood or let the silk tongues suture wounds you get from me. I'm only happy when I'm weapons free. Fat man little boy Another bomb that I'll deploy A hail of hellfire on your home. And let the love cut every bone.
It's not the words you choose That make you look delusional Your wounds will heal better Wen we have build our bomb shelter.
Sigh end songs on the high. We will declare the end is nigh. Worshipped like the sun, you put your faith in everyone. We can all see heaven is near The warning sings are clear Let me be your chosen one.
It's not the words you choose That make you look delusional Your wounds will heal better Wen we have build our bomb shelter.
So let the napalm wipe you clean. You can firebomb you love at me. A life at war is worth the shame, but I will never trust myself again.
Sigh end songs on the high. We will declare the end is nigh.