Feel this rage it's coming out
No more fooling myself
I'm disconnecting my head
It seems insane
I'm droppin bombs on your moms
From my enola gay
It's like we had to hide inside
This time I refuse to swallow my pride
Bombs
Napalm
Disease
Through the ashes
Rise above
Every one of us
Praise disaster and say
Blow me up
Woke up today
Reached up and cut the strings
The scene has made me a clown
It's time to burn it all down
It's the only way
I'm droppin bombs on your moms
From my enola gay
Your cause is so yesterday
Blow me away
Mushroom clouds on the ground
Smoke is rising from the sense
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