Bomb

I wish everyone lived in a dystopia
Acid in the cracks of the vertebrae
Flowed a little closer to Andromeda, huh
Then we all go to war now
Flowers pushing cracked ceiling, concrete up
Can not find the maker, kill the messenger
A little more space up in Valhalla, huh
'Cause we are surely war-bound

And the grenades we're catching, been going off in our hands
And the grenades we're catching, been going off once again
And the grenades are floating, then going off in the air
You're scared, I'm scared, no one can help you now
A little more drugs from the peddler
Back bar brawls fuck your collar up
Lesser than you were was unprofessional, huh
Now you are on the floor now
The alcohol you're chasing, it's going all to your head
The mixes that you're making like a bartender
And nobody near you wants to bring the problem up
The alcohol you're chasing, it's going all to your head
The mixes that you're making like a bartender
And nobody near you wants to bring the problem up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
And the grenades we're catching, been going off in our hands
And the grenades we're catching, been going off once again
And the grenades are floating, then going off in the air
You're scared, I'm scared, no one can help you now