Testo di Bomb

Bodies tore in pieces in alleys Shoes mixed to the wreckages Kids cryin' without mother nor arm Sewer in the open air Why does a man blow up himself? The work to construct a bomb It's the same to help somebody But the effects are completely opposing Innocents lose the life Completely out of this fuckin' shit Creation of weapons of lesser transport Destruction power even bigger Sensations are contagious It is as a frightful ghost War motivated for the paranoia, pure desire