this scheduled program
To bring news the likes of which youve never seen or will again
It appears that something has entered our atmosphere
And threatens the very existence of men Dave?
Thank you. This mother fuckers HUGE! It crashed just after two
Right outside D.C. for all the world to see
So far were the first ones here; well keep the cameras rolling as events are happening live
Smoke and fire, destruction near. Evacuations continue, told the body counts high
Waking up I can see theres so much to behold
So many colors that Ive never seen before
Theres more to explore, theres so much more left to find
How many secrets might be told?
Stretching briefly on Big Blue, I look around for what to do
When all these creatures start their running to and fro, and its quite a view
Their numbers continue to build and grow
They must be mad I burnt their dome
Starting to wish Id stayed at
And we are too weak!
We are awaiting your command
Tyrannical control with iron hands
None of us are strong enough to take a stand
We should never have scorched your land
When the light from your skies is a blinding force
When we try to survive, you dry our shores
We've gathered troops but they can't fight back anymore
We are enslaved with no order
Live, kill till you fucking die or you become part of...
Given in silent optimism
There is no flee or flashback
Fire away until there's nothing to blast at
Facing our fears as we climb on board
This wagon of war.
Arm your guns, take aim, your target waits
Full speed ahead! Lets all hope it hurts and bleeds
Throw your bombs and blow up the creep that thinks its fine to land this fucking thing into our backyard
And to the one who watches and guards us, please take care of our families and let our wagon fly true
Here we go, hold tight, itll be done soon!
by Matt Grosse, Tom Dilliplane, James Rivera, Justin Brown
Lyrics by Mark David and David Elliott III
Leads by Rob Covello (0:02 - 0:23, 3:40 4:08, 6:09 6:22, 6:58 7:21)
All Album and Lyric Artwork by Brittany Habelitz