This place is a battlefield and all of your heads are landmines 
 They’re landmines 
 If you look up you’ll see heaven bleeds light 
 We wake to the dead on the dawn of survival 
 The circuits infinite, the dawn it too bright 
 An empire that died is on the verge of revival 
 
boundary, I can’t define 
 I’m finding out, that I’m fine 
 Engraved in chemical signs 
 I’m finding out what to say 
 
Wipe your hands clean, let her entrails bleed 
 
This plot is thickening like concrete in my veins 
 It won’t erase, my smile is going to burst into flames