Historians' Bombs Songtext
von Jabin Law
Historians' Bombs Songtext
Dropping historians′ bombs
To be more alone
Wasting scientists' tears
To quench their thirst
The telephone rang
I kept myself sane
Pushing the hardest button
Far away from home
Sweeping the slaughterhouse
Before the lights black out
They must be dead
And now I′m on my bed
Living in a puppet show
With the guys I don't know
Planting the guilt of Adam
Under the carousel
God has slept
And now I play his chess
To be more alone
Wasting scientists' tears
To quench their thirst
The telephone rang
I kept myself sane
Pushing the hardest button
Far away from home
Sweeping the slaughterhouse
Before the lights black out
They must be dead
And now I′m on my bed
Living in a puppet show
With the guys I don't know
Planting the guilt of Adam
Under the carousel
God has slept
And now I play his chess
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