The Tank

[00:18.53] Eight wheels lusting for the lives of infantry (His bearings shift)

[00:24.03] His turrets turning from accountability (He takes his aim)

[00:29.52] We sing our final song and soon this verse is over

[00:34.79] He makes advances 'till his wheels cease to roll (His God is smiling)

[00:40.27] His God is smiling on his cold mechanic soul

[00:45.78] His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction

[00:54.27] There is no sign that he shows a sign of slowing

[01:02.53] You've stained your skin and I won't stick around, around

[01:18.78] Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground

[01:31.28] So long ago was I one of them?

[01:45.53] Your urgency hastened by his ingenuity (It's just a matter)

[01:52.03] Matter of moments 'till your body is debris (So say a prayer)

[01:57.27] His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction

[02:06.03] You've stained your skin and I won't stick around, around

[02:22.03] Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground

[02:34.27] So long ago was I one of them?

[02:45.40] And still he moves on

[02:53.91] Arm and iron conquer heart and soul

[03:10.41] And what of those in silent disconnect

[03:18.40] Sundry souls akin in consequence

[03:26.64] Begging for bliss beyond the pain

[03:34.67] Relief is just a turret's turn away...

[03:44.65] You've stained your skin and I won't stick around, around

[04:00.65] Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground

[04:12.90] So long ago was I one of them?