the minds divide, the past repeats.

escape your own edge

i turn around to fake another woman

you're a slave to the shit

that they've got you prescribed to

i don't have the balls

or the means to provide you

with an end to all your time with topsoil

put a new spin on your life, boy

end this counterfeit, life-like charade

 

and when it all starts fucking coming down

when the mountains all crumble at the vicious sound

when the flames come out from underneath the ground

devour to survive on those you'd once hold

i can feel it as my blood runs cold

there's not a world war that isn't getting old

 

a fire in your eyes

a metaphor for a scary truth

a terrifying refrain to sustain

all of those who remain

when the world is at war

and we don't have the time

for a motherfucking man with a megaphone

if you die, i'll finish out this fight alone

but if i end up like you then mark my grave "unknown"

 

and when it all starts fucking coming down

when the mountains all crumble at the vicious sound

when the flames come out from underneath the ground

devour to survive on those you'd once hold

i can feel it as my blood runs cold

there's not a world war that isn't getting old

 

people terraforming all their own opinions

big businesses with minions

this big freeze warmed with the fat man's triple chin

the nations topple like bowling pins

fall into place like dominoes

in the throes of a coup which you cannot control

 

imagine no horizon

or a world without a fucking leader

surrounded by shit

you forget how to breathe

how to love your life

or what you need to survive

there's nobody here with a megaphone

no men at the top, no lonely one

if you think you know me then you've never been a son

 

the floods climb higher

as the world desires

the days grow shorter

and the nights grow longer

until the sun doesn't rise at all