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 eases 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 your laughing

I'd get away but I'm handcuffed to his heartbeat

Everything he touches always falls to pieces

The pain and the rage eases 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