B.O.M.B.

A million body parts scattered into space
A salvage; emissions
There's no time to waste
How will
How will we survive?

So cold and desolate
We're told life's different
From here it feels the same
I've seen the death of everything

No moon to pull the tides
No waves to crash on the shores tonight
We know we can't go back home
I've left this body behind

Just out of reach
Hope it isn't too late
To drain their blood for the Second Gilded Age

So bold and desperate
We're old and still dying from this
I fear we can't escape
This is the only way

We'll take their havens
All we've built
Take back our lives
The blood spilled
You let them die
Generations lost
We have nothing left to lose

Letting go
Feeling dissonant
Struggling to understand
How we came to this

We let go
Of the lives we live
There's nothing left

No moon to pull the tides
No waves to crash on the shores tonight
We know we can't go back home
I've left this body behind

Just out of reach
Hope it isn't too late
To drain their blood for the Second Gilded Age



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Alfich, Billy Miller, Randy Thomas, Ryan Peterson, Travis Shockman
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