Tooled-Up Soft Machine

Storm clouds abound in the land of my heart
And the war-cries fly from the company
But I have seen no quarter, my love
In the gaping maw of the enemy
So get your head down and go

We'll run away and start again
Forget it, it's too late for them
They didn't heed the warning shot
While evil stole across the land
Their heads were buried in the sand
And now, my dear, I'm all you've got

So sing for the fallen
And dance for the damned
We'll carve out their tale
On every heart in the land

So take my hand and we'll leave tonight
We won't look back until we're out of sight
So get your head down and go

We knew that all this fun and games
Was another big fib to hide the chains
And now that façade has slipped
But I'm not content to waste my time
On this grisly old assembly line
So come on and crack that whip

And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings

So take my hand and we'll leave tonight
We won't look back until we're out of sight
So get your head down and go

Well I see with these old eyes of mine
The fearsome shadow on the battle line
That's caught on the old barbed wire
But my sword is sharp, my wits are keen
I'm a brutal, tooled-up soft machine
Infused with a righteous fire

And while heroes may perish and armour may rust
And the memories of life blow away with the dust
I'll gather you up in my tender embrace
And whisper my love as we fly away from this place

So take my hand and we'll leave tonight
We won't look back until we're out of sight
Your heartbeat's like thunder
You feel so alive
And while others are crumbling we shall survive
So take my hand and we'll run away tonight.