T.I.M.E.B.O.M.B. Songtext
von The (International) Noise Conspiracy

How fucked am I, and if we slave like this, do we really deserve to die?
of course we′re tired but reward awaits on the mythical other side
untouchable, and always out of touch, yeah
how dead are we if we can't analyze the situation we′re in
with our bodies sold and our minds blank, where do we actually begin to
to understand, to understand yeah yeah
but here we are with our sworn enemy, our only opponent so to speak
a simple device of liberation that is not for the weak-willed
are you ready because, because here we go yeah yeah
timebomb
- send it through the mail yeah - send it to the boss - a package on the table
- ready to go off - a little bit closer - ready for a scene - what else can I do?
- a payment from me
what's the price on our survival? what's the price?


are we gonna pay back, are we gonna pay back or, are we gonna die
how fucked am I, and if we slave like this, do we really deserve to die?
of course we′re tired but reward awaits on the mythical other side
unreachable, and always, always out of touch, yeah
timebomb
a little bit closer send it through the mail send it in a package gonna give you hell
send it to my boss yeah a package on his desk waiting to go off send it to the boss
just a bit closer send it through the mail ready, make it go away ready to blow
send this to my boss yeah a package on his desk sweet revenge coming up fast
just a bit closer send it through the mail a package on the table gonna give you hell
just a bit closer send it to my boss a package on his table ready to go off
just a bit closer ready to go off a package on the table ready to go off
just a bit closer send it through the mail a package to the boss gonna give you hell
timebomb