How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand
My microbes and I
Can't wait to lay down and die
We realise that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
My bloodgroup and me
A body of soldiers are we
To the wound we quickly flowed
And we fought with the weapons in our
Chemical code
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
1 | Plush |
2 | Interstate Love Song |
3 | Sour Girl |
4 | Creep |
5 | Big Bang Baby |
6 | Wicked Garden |
7 | Between The Lines |
8 | Trippin' on A Hole In A Paper Heart |
9 | Down |
10 | Vasoline |