I want to talk to you
About tomorrow's weapon
Child from the world
She will be the end
I want to talk to you about me,
About you
I can see inside
Some Images, Some Colors
That does not belong to me
That can sometimes scare me
Sensations that can
Drive me insane
Our senses are the wires
Us poor puppets
Our senses are the way
That leads us straight to our heads
The human bomb
You hold it in your hand
You have the detonator
Just beside the heart
The human bomb
Its you that it belongs
If you let someone
Take your destiny at hand
Its the end, the end
My father never sleeps
Without taking sedatives
Mom never works
Without stimulants
Someone sells them
Something to survive
I'm an electron
Bombarded with protons
The city's rhythm
That's my true boss
I'm charged with electricity
With bad luck to the heart
From the accelerator
I meet a particle
That puts me in a bad mood
Oh, I cannot
Let myself go on
Cannot
Let myself go on, no
The human bomb,
You hold it in your hand
You have the detonator
Just beside the heart
The human bomb
Its you that it belongs
If you let someone
Take your destiny at hand
Its the end, the end
Human bomb
Its tomorrow's weapon
Human bomb
You hold it in your hand
Human bomb
Its you that it belongs
If you let someone
Take what holds to you
Its the
End