The digits bend to seize
Some silent allegiance
A spasm better before
An emanation of Caesar
When the arrow strikes you in the side
So counterfeit and ossified, our legions limp along tonight
And I wouldn't think that we'll be fine
No words to say
No divination
Cheshire bombs obey
The orders of a ruthless nation
Can't call the hour
When the fences fall
When the trenches are flooded
I'll be dead in the hall
When the arrow strikes you in the side
So counterfeit and ossified, our legions limp along tonight
And I wouldn't think that we'll be fine
No words to say
No divination
Cheshire bombs obey
The orders of a ruthless nation