Sullied Graves by The Rebel Spell Lyrics
The strobe of explosions lights the terror on your face and I can’t see my feet through the dust that chokes the streets
When it all has settled they’ll find bodies that won’t exist though we’ve repeatedly been told that were safer in this place
Hold my hand dear sister they can’t fall like this forever Run! run Run! run
The bombers aren’t like soldiers they haven’t got their own minds but they were fuelled and reloaded. How’s it gonna end?
If it ever ends
I imagine whole armies on trial
You're guilty by your apathy and complicit in your simplicity don’t try to blow it off as too far beyond your means I will repeat myself until these ideas are heard I’ll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Now change places I’m still not awake and landing lights brush past my face/ a soldier here I feed the planes
Illuminated by diodes close enough to burn my skin. There is also a pale yellow glow but that comes from within
“Snap out of it kid, you’re gonna lose your head”. Stupid motherfucker I never owned it anyway
The big Bomber is fuelled and the turbines whine its dirty claws rake the sky scars in the form of jet streams
Oh tell me not to leave for the hills this place is lost we’re gonna let ‘em burn
I’ll take the kind we’ll save ourselves but leave the trapped to die I know that’s not right
It seems we’re overrun and this chapters nearly closed it can’t happen fast enough it’s all gotta go
Giving up on everything is as bad as giving in you’ve got a voice let’s hear you throw it in
All the tired sceptics say how’s this gonna end
If it ever ends. I imagine whole armies on trial
You're guilty by your apathy and complicit in your simplicity don’t try to blow it off as too far beyond your means
I will repeat myself until these ideas are heard I’ll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Don’t accept your place in a place where slavery is sold as freedom while children beg for water
Lay down your arms when those who follow orders like they’re not responsible lay in shallow sullied graves!
When it all has settled they’ll find bodies that won’t exist though we’ve repeatedly been told that were safer in this place
Hold my hand dear sister they can’t fall like this forever Run! run Run! run
The bombers aren’t like soldiers they haven’t got their own minds but they were fuelled and reloaded. How’s it gonna end?
If it ever ends
I imagine whole armies on trial
You're guilty by your apathy and complicit in your simplicity don’t try to blow it off as too far beyond your means I will repeat myself until these ideas are heard I’ll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Now change places I’m still not awake and landing lights brush past my face/ a soldier here I feed the planes
Illuminated by diodes close enough to burn my skin. There is also a pale yellow glow but that comes from within
“Snap out of it kid, you’re gonna lose your head”. Stupid motherfucker I never owned it anyway
The big Bomber is fuelled and the turbines whine its dirty claws rake the sky scars in the form of jet streams
Oh tell me not to leave for the hills this place is lost we’re gonna let ‘em burn
I’ll take the kind we’ll save ourselves but leave the trapped to die I know that’s not right
It seems we’re overrun and this chapters nearly closed it can’t happen fast enough it’s all gotta go
Giving up on everything is as bad as giving in you’ve got a voice let’s hear you throw it in
All the tired sceptics say how’s this gonna end
If it ever ends. I imagine whole armies on trial
You're guilty by your apathy and complicit in your simplicity don’t try to blow it off as too far beyond your means
I will repeat myself until these ideas are heard I’ll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Don’t accept your place in a place where slavery is sold as freedom while children beg for water
Lay down your arms when those who follow orders like they’re not responsible lay in shallow sullied graves!