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 | Powershifter |
2 | Cars |
3 | Obsolete |
4 | Self bias resistor |
5 | Archetype |
6 | Fear Campaign |
7 | Zero signal |
8 | Replica |
9 | Descent |
10 | Invisible Wounds (Dark Bodies) |