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 fuck 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 ...