Brace For Impact

One day, my son, nothing shall be yours

Scatter, run like ants, meaningless and beyond measure
Fill our nests with gas
Match in hand, we'll take our pleasure
Whether fires are lit today, weather brings a rain of sorrow
Hand on burning heart we say, pray we don't come back tomorrow
Debts that live cannot be paid

One day late, a dollar short, ashes of the wars we fought
Fly our banner one last time
Grit our teeth, we all die now and that's a fact
Brace for impact

Who below call forth the son?
This is renewed, except the grave
One thousand tons of hate punching forward iron fist
Cells that barely stand the air burst into a mist
Carriages and cars, crushing impact barely fair

Passengers passing through drifting red-celled thoughts
Brake before momentum
Weather brings a rain of sorrow
Heart in mouth as repercussions strike
Pray we don't come back tomorrow
Wheels reducing all to scrap, now slip away to death
Mind the gap

People are not made for crisis
Ankle-deep in slaughter
They would queue for the nail gun
Do not show them quarter
Give me satisfaction
Crops of burning houses
Poisoning the air
Plowing salt in the ground

Lycanthropic zero dawn
No hope, no legends, and no heroes
Become adrift
Reduce it all to zeroes
If a universe falls, no-one shall hear it
Signal fade to noise
Absolute nothing
Brace for impact

Faster, faster, chant devotion
Pilgrimage
Return to ocean
Sparks all fires, split all atoms, split all heads
Mind the gap
Someone will pick up some random silicon in ten thousand years
And they will say, "What the fuck was that?"



Credits
Writer(s): David Haley, Matthew Wilcock, Sam Beam
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