Lyrics to Time Bomb
TIME BOMB
A message to those who agitate
I'll show you the true meaning of hate
A message to those who aggravate
Fuck with me and I'll seal your fate
Your kiss ass ethics enough to drive me berserk
Never in your life did you know the meaning of our work
Rich little college boy living off your parent's wealth
You try to dictate our lives, but now I dictate your health
I'm gonna explode///
CHORUS
So here I stand on the White House steps
I've got no conscience and I've got no regrets
My tolerance is overloaded with your apathy
You're blind leading the blind, but you're not leading me
It's a message to those out there
This walking Time Bomb no longer cares
For years and years you tried to make me bend
But now the wick is lit and my fuse is to an end!
You're just like a shepherd leading the sheep
Making promises that you just can't keep
Just like pied piper leeding the rats
Playing your tune while your wallets get fat
Your nothing but a puppet in a 3-piece suit
Your strings are pulled by special interest groups
Pressure's coming down so you pass another law
You try to bring us down but there's just one flaw
I'm still alive...
A message to those who agitate
I'll show you the true meaning of hate
A message to those who aggravate
Fuck with me and I'll seal your fate
Your kiss ass ethics enough to drive me berserk
Never in your life did you know the meaning of our work
Rich little college boy living off your parent's wealth
You try to dictate our lives, but now I dictate your health
I'm gonna explode///
CHORUS
So here I stand on the White House steps
I've got no conscience and I've got no regrets
My tolerance is overloaded with your apathy
You're blind leading the blind, but you're not leading me
It's a message to those out there
This walking Time Bomb no longer cares
For years and years you tried to make me bend
But now the wick is lit and my fuse is to an end!
You're just like a shepherd leading the sheep
Making promises that you just can't keep
Just like pied piper leeding the rats
Playing your tune while your wallets get fat
Your nothing but a puppet in a 3-piece suit
Your strings are pulled by special interest groups
Pressure's coming down so you pass another law
You try to bring us down but there's just one flaw
I'm still alive...
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