Tribes I-II
Look around
There is blood on the ground
This short hour bears the scars of the past lives
Justice ruptured, veins of war slit slow in the colosseum
Look around
Bottles flying, foaming mouths shrieking out like a pack of hungry hellhounds
Pages torn from the old tomes of time
Glue drips from the inside
Look around
Red flags fly
Don't you try decrying the signs
There's no fleeing from the mob
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start a fire
There's no right, no wrong, survival is the prize
I bet you never felt this alive
There's no turning back the hands of time
Better start picking sides
Even God wouldn't want to recognise his own child
The image gone and tainted by the shards of war
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start a fire
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start a fire
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start to fight
Countdown to extinction in 3... 2... 1...
Only took this long for things to implode
Once again our collective trauma explodes
A sequence of clashing like the Spanish bombs
Broken men fighting for their thrones
Diplomas and all, yet don't seem to know 'bout the fall of Rome
The poems we wrote don't seem to have helped at all
Here I go lying low eyes on my mobile phone
Crowbars and chrome crushing domes
Info overload
How much longer 'til the machines take control?
How much longer 'til the machines take control?
How much longer 'til the machines take control?
How much longer?
There is blood on the ground
This short hour bears the scars of the past lives
Justice ruptured, veins of war slit slow in the colosseum
Look around
Bottles flying, foaming mouths shrieking out like a pack of hungry hellhounds
Pages torn from the old tomes of time
Glue drips from the inside
Look around
Red flags fly
Don't you try decrying the signs
There's no fleeing from the mob
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start a fire
There's no right, no wrong, survival is the prize
I bet you never felt this alive
There's no turning back the hands of time
Better start picking sides
Even God wouldn't want to recognise his own child
The image gone and tainted by the shards of war
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start a fire
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start a fire
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
When two tribes start to fight
Countdown to extinction in 3... 2... 1...
Only took this long for things to implode
Once again our collective trauma explodes
A sequence of clashing like the Spanish bombs
Broken men fighting for their thrones
Diplomas and all, yet don't seem to know 'bout the fall of Rome
The poems we wrote don't seem to have helped at all
Here I go lying low eyes on my mobile phone
Crowbars and chrome crushing domes
Info overload
How much longer 'til the machines take control?
How much longer 'til the machines take control?
How much longer 'til the machines take control?
How much longer?
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Writer(s): Timi Tamminen
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