Bomb Hands

With a match in his hands

He breaks down the tallest buildings

He's a bomb and his fuse is always burning

Everything he touches always falls to pieces

The pain and the rage is his everything

I'm tied to your tragedies

I'm tired of your miseries

Swearing on me

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Get back

Get back in the mirror

I see reflections of him laughing

I'd get away

But

I'm handcuffed to his heartbeat

Everything he touches always falls to pieces

The pain and the rage is his everything

I'm tied to your tragedies

I'm tired of your miseries

Swearing on me

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Get back

Get back match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel

From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop

Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel

From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like that

Like that

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Like your bomb hands

Get back

Get back tock tick tock tick tock tick tock