Bomb Hands Lyrics - Social Code

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