This Place Is A Battlefield (And All Of Your Heads Are Landmines)
This place is a battlefield and all of your heads are landmines They’re landmines If you look up you’ll see heaven bleeds light We wake to the dead on the dawn of survival The circuits infinite, the dawn it too bright An empire that died is on the verge of revival
A boundary, I can’t define I’m finding out, that I’m fine Engraved in chemical signs I’m finding out what to say
Wipe your hands clean, let her entrails bleed
This plot is thickening like concrete in my veins It won’t erase, my smile is going to burst into flames