Lyrics

Pieces of me in a bottle Slivers of glass melt through bullets Magnetic fingers bring you up from a dot Enduring prison-cell survival as rats scurry through ashes for my scraps My shimmering mind from the turn of a hand sets the countdown to activate my boiling point Flashbacks of Hanover Street stinks of the eye From there till now, sandwiched the war Do you remember that time, the burning bridges and the burning houses? Yes, as we slept and crept the streets away As we looked for people in our prey Took you fucking down to your last day The war began, but so little compassion was built from the base 1956, Jesus Christ Allin Jesus Christ Allin And as the time went, you do what you do The pathical, pathological eyes are victory's friend As my irrational thinking leaves me in discretion But it will only compensate my vengeful ferry As every ninety-seven cents has shattered illusions Visuals we keep are long and lonely As my ambush hits hard on enemy lines My ambush hits hard on enemy lines My ambush hits hard on enemy lines As society's backfire weakens its link We must always ready ourselves to engage, and not defect when the duel is on Think not it will happen and surely it will But nothing assures immunity from the immortal pieces of me.