Bathing in this
cold so shallow,
battered to the sun, it's getting hotter
Brain set tight like unset shelling,
kneel before the telling, can't be trusted
We are pointing guns
at children not yet born
We toss our aggredates
into the future
When the Valbrand eagle
comes to claim your firstborn,
what will you say?
Will you say that we've been flirting,
but we're not prepared to die just yet?
Or even worse,
we are pointing guns
at children not yet born
To toss our head grenades
into the future
And when the thunder cracks,
the brittle paint of sky and thunder,
I'll turn my face into the burning light
Reflected there, I'll hear a weeping
mother's prayer tonight
And the dying king's auntie and her men
did hold us as a flag before then
But it makes me scared, it makes me so mad
So when that thunder cracked,
the brittle plane of sky asunder
I'll turn my face into the
burning light
Reflected there,
I'll hear a weeping mother's prayer tonight
As the dying kids are seen offended
All the signs of life before them
God, it makes me scared,
it makes me so mad
You