Ticking Bomb

On me
There’s a button
They’ve ticket the goods
They’ve labeled the luggage
They sent me here
To a sterile, white
Waiting room
Not only I know
I contain a ticking bomb
They say
The word
They know
The word is the code
He oughta handle it
Oh, I explode into pieces
Do I care?
My dismal lifework
Who am I?
What have I done?
I’ve lost my self again
I’ve punished the good
The innocent, my beloved
My liberator, my savior
I know the situation
I realize my deeds
Blowing off the bomb
Was lengthening
Way out of hell
Now who am I
Deserving mercy now
Done is done
Perhaps I need
Another bomb