Eight wheels lusting for the lives of infantry (His bearings shift)
His turrets turning from accountability (He takes his aim)
"We sing our final song and soon this
Verse is over"
He makes advances 'till his wheels
Cease to roll
His God is smiling on his cold mechanic sould
"His plot is perfect
if it sees no contradiction"
Disagree
There is no sign that he shows
A sign of slowing
You've stained your skin, and I won't
Stick around
Long enough to count the hearts
That hit the ground
So long ago
Was I one of them
Your urgency hastened
By his ingenuity its just a
Matter of moments 'till your body is debris
"So say a prayer"
"His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction"
Disagree
You've stained your skin, and
I won't stick around
Long enough to count the hearts
That hit the ground
So long ago
Was I one of them
And still he moves on
Arm and iron conquer heart and soul
And what of those in silent disconnect
Sundry souls akin in consequence
Begging for bliss beyond the pain