Wave Quake Generator Plasma Artillery Cannon

Lyrics

Civilization type Mercenary A sharp pressure in my mouth Wave quake generator Plasma artillery Perpetual state of suffering Longing for return But I stand in the middle of the forgotten The taste of aluminum Lingers in my mouth I cannot breathe I struggle to be I feel the tip of the needle As it runs down my tongue It grazes the side A pinch Prior to injection But there is nothing left of me Their world will always be pretentious And I've still yet to see If there anything left for us