Sequoia Throne
Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die?
And did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky?
Bending light and beaming forth across space-time
To see us scared in the reflection of their oil-black eyes
To stalk us like a predator
Like our movies imply
They're not the ones who've come to kill us
Come to fill us full of blood
They're not the ones who hate us
And they are not the ones who mutilate our animals
Or travel through the stars
They're not the ones who cause us harm (we are)
We are, we are, we are
We are still-life in cold-blooded
We feel nothing
We are still-life in cold-blooded
We feel nothing
Hell-bent on heaven
Hell-bent on heaven
Hell-bent on heaven
Hell-bent on heaven
While our righteous men are stuffing corpses full of shit and faith
Yeah!
We are, we are, we are still-life
We are, we are, we are still-life
We are, we are, we are
Still-life
They're not the ones who cause us harm
We are, we are
Did you come here to kill
Or did you come here to die?
We are still-life in cold blood
We are still-life in cold blood
And we feel
And we feel (nothing)
Stuffing corpses
Full of shit and faith
They bloviate about a future beyond the moon
To bring about another planet's doom
To discover peaceful life
And beat our war drum to it's tune
Unless my prayers are answered
Our end is coming soon
And did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky?
Bending light and beaming forth across space-time
To see us scared in the reflection of their oil-black eyes
To stalk us like a predator
Like our movies imply
They're not the ones who've come to kill us
Come to fill us full of blood
They're not the ones who hate us
And they are not the ones who mutilate our animals
Or travel through the stars
They're not the ones who cause us harm (we are)
We are, we are, we are
We are still-life in cold-blooded
We feel nothing
We are still-life in cold-blooded
We feel nothing
Hell-bent on heaven
Hell-bent on heaven
Hell-bent on heaven
Hell-bent on heaven
While our righteous men are stuffing corpses full of shit and faith
Yeah!
We are, we are, we are still-life
We are, we are, we are still-life
We are, we are, we are
Still-life
They're not the ones who cause us harm
We are, we are
Did you come here to kill
Or did you come here to die?
We are still-life in cold blood
We are still-life in cold blood
And we feel
And we feel (nothing)
Stuffing corpses
Full of shit and faith
They bloviate about a future beyond the moon
To bring about another planet's doom
To discover peaceful life
And beat our war drum to it's tune
Unless my prayers are answered
Our end is coming soon
Credits
Writer(s): Moe Carlson, Timothy Millar, Rody Walker, Luke Hoskin, Arif Mirabdolbaghi
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