They’ll hardly breathe
Let them roam
Pile these cold souls so tight
We can’t breathe on their grief
Things don’t look good
Flames will walk the earth
The grid extends its reach
Flames will walk the earth
We cast our roots deep
Flames will walk the earth
Nothing will change
And nothing will change
They don’t need what can spend so easily
Pack ourselves so tight
As we feel the ground wake
Make this wretched mass work for their gloom