t's only metal and bolts holding up the walls
But you're talking god and [bad word] hip
They are wrong and we are right
And we will win this in a fight
Things might fall on your head from the sky

From our roof we saw the island
Lights were smashed and all was silent
The pitter patter of snow and ash
Wheezing in my breathing mask
What do you see and forget
The pitty pangs are too concrete
Subway tunnels filled with river
Bodies spinning in the silver

I've felt cold since we started
But I guess it doesn't matter
Your blue lips will warm me back
Forget the fires and blind attack

Wonder what you would say
If you were really here today.
Look to the failing sun
portrait of a life [bad word] Air is easier to breath
When it's free from disease

Gun to head, marching into [bad word] Monster heed, the tolling of the bell