This place is a battlefield and all our heads are landmines
This place is a battlefield and all of your heads are landmines They’re landmines If you look up you’ll 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