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 Loose 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