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

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