Sitting at home in fear
Over the hummng of the gears
Gear, we're all here
Ash to throne
Civil wrecking stone, but not at home
Planes too high to hear
Over the humming of gears
Gear, we're all here
Ash to throne
Civil wrecking stone, but not at home
Stones are thrown in the stories you've read
But then one day you wake up dead
The people will sleep through the screaming again
The deeper I dig, the more I sweat
Have you found your narcotic yet?
Have you found your narcotic yet?