The Threat Posed by Nuclear Weapons - The Dillinger Escape Plan

I spoke to the sky but God was silent because I knew

So easy to be rolled into a tomb

Stripped of all desires

So easy to be

So easy to be rolled into a tomb

So easy to be rolled into a tomb

Into a tomb

Old tears spice the soil

New taste to pave the path

My medium

We were so compelled but I shoot when I saw you were the «I» recognize

Now that it’s cold and the core never thaws I found you to keep me alive

Please run far and go faster

I’m a cancer for your life so leave

But still you’re weaving your hair into rags

Fast-forward to far away

We’ve never changed

We just need to stalk our prey to make us stay

We’re fucking spiders spinning to pass the time

Soul dividers eating our kind alive

You child don’t you go forgetting mistakes or they’ll keep reliving

Marrow numbered you awakened

Now let’s burn this we created.