t's only metal and bolts holding up the walls But you're talking god and cocking hip They are wrong and we are right And we will win this in a fight Things might fall on your head from the sky
From our roof we saw the island Lights were smashed and all was silent The pitter patter of snow and ash Wheezing in my breathing mask What do you see and forget The pitty pangs are too concrete Subway tunnels filled with river Bodies spinning in the silver
I've felt cold since we started But I guess it doesn't matter Your blue lips will warm me back Forget the fires and blind attack
Wonder what you would say If you were really here today. Look to the failing sun A portrait of a life to come Air is easier to breath When it's free from disease
Gun to head, marching into hell Monster heed, the tolling of the bell
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