One day my son nothing shall be yours
Scatter, run like ants
Meaningless and beyond measure
Fill your nests with gas
Match in hand we'll take our pleasure
Whether fires are lit today
Weather brings a rain of sorrow
Hand on burning heart we say
Pray we don't come back tomorrow
Debts that live cannot be paid
One day late, a dollar short
Ashes of the wars we fought
Fly our banner one last time
Grit our teeth
We all die now
And that's a fact
Brace for impact
There will be no
Quiet place on
This earth for you
Except the grave
One thousand tons of hate
Punching forward iron fist
Cells that barely stand the air
Burst into a mist
Carriages and cars
Crushing impact barely fair
Passengers passing through
Drifting red-celled thoughts
Brake before momentum
Weather brings a rain of sorrow
Heart in mouth as repercussions strike
Pray we don't come back tomorrow
Wheels reducing
All to scrap, now slip away to death
Mind the gap
People are not made for crisis
Ankle-deep in slaughter
They would queue for the nail gun
Do not show them quarter
Give me satisfaction
Crops of burning houses
Poisoning the air
Plowing salt in the ground
Lycanthropic zero dawn
No hope, no legends, and no heroes
Become adrift
Reduce it all to zeroes
If a universe falls
No-one shall hear it
Signal fade to noise
Absolute nothing
Brace for impact
Faster, faster
Chant devotion
Pilgrimage
Return to ocean
Spark all fires
Split all atoms
Split all heads
Mind the gap
Someone will pick up some random silicon in ten thousand years
And they will say what the f*ck was that