Pilots of the Third World War

Check your starting time
There you go
The doomsday clock began at 4
There's no parading
There's no more show
For you pilots of the third world war

This ain't survival
Your noonday rival
Has no incentive to pull the cord
They hardly shimmer, these potluck dinners
They're serving to wastrels down below

This ain't survival
Your noonday rival
Has no incentive to pull the cord
They hardly shimmer, these potluck dinners
They're serving to wastrels down below

You can't eject into that. This airborne habitat
Is both a shield and a sword
And when those fuel cells ebb
And you leave it up to dread
The earth won't be a reward

This ain't survival
Your noonday rival
Has no incentive to pull the cord
They hardly shimmer, these potluck dinners
They're serving to wastrels down below

This ain't survival
Your noonday rival
Has no incentive to pull the cord



Credits
Writer(s): Za's Stair
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