They spin in the sky their web of wires
They launch their toys to be the new towers
They send their children to scorch their brothers,
And all is done by the fortunate sons as they unleash the gos of war
TheyThey spin in the sky their web of wires They launch their toys to be the new towers They send their children to scorch their brothers, And all is done by the fortunate sons as they unleash the gos of war |