Lyrics Historians' Bombs - Jabin Law

Dropping historians' bombs
To be more alone
Wasting scientists' tears
To quench their thirst

The telephone rang
I kept myself sane

Pushing the hardest button
Far away from home
Sweeping the slaughterhouse
Before the lights black out

They must be dead
And now I'm on my bed

Living in a puppet show
With the guys I don't know
Planting the guilt of Adam
Under the carousel

God has slept
And now I play his chess