The pain, it’s too much to hold
My arms, they’re too weak, too cold
They are untrustable
We work
to make
a world painted in red.
The scarabs come for your homes
The locusts fly away like drones
The scarabs come for your homes
The locusts fly away like drones
The scarabs come for your homes
The locusts fly away like drones
The scarabs come for your homes
The locusts fly away like drones
The cicadas make their calls
Everything is devoured by all
The cicadas make their calls
Everything is devoured by all
They run from the apocalypse
Their choices will have them lose their limbs
The pain, it’s too much to hold
My arms, they’re too weak, too cold
They are untrustable
We work
to make
a world painted in red.
They run from the apocalypse
Their choices will have them lose their limbs
They run from the apocalypse
Their choices have made a world full of violence