Lyrics Melon - Home Video

It's only metal and bolts holding up the walls
But you're talking god and cocking hip
They are wrong and we are right
And we will win this in a fight
But things might fall on your head from the sky

From our roof we saw the island
Lights were smashed and all was silent
The pitter patter of snow and ash
A wheezing in my breathing mask
What do you see and forget
The petty pangs are too concrete
Subway tunnels filled with river
Bodies spinning in the silver

I've felt cold since we started
But i guess it doesn't matter
Your blue lips will warm me back
Forget the fires and blind attack

I wonder what you would say
If you were really here today
Look to the failing sun
A portrait of a life to come
Air is easier to breath
When it's free from disease

Gun to head, marching into hell
Monster heed, the tolling of the bell