

Trench line shaking, dirt rain on the spine. Rocket Boy laughing from the gold-lit lift while the kid beside him can't find where he's hit. Hold the tether - it's the only thing real.
Musical Details
BPM
78
Key
D
Camelot
Dm
ISRC
QT3FH2630782
Music Video
Credits
ComposerOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
Copyright & Legal
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut, Canada
Lyrics
Dust in my teeth Blood on my tongue Sun gone nuclear I never needed one Wind above Fire below Tunnel mouth open that's where I go Never needed Never needed Trench line shaking dirt rain, spine stiff Shells hit close mud jump, ears lift Rocket Boy laughing from a gold lit lift Bi Bi barking orders like a counterfeit gift Mr. Orange broke the world over petty pride Now I'm here in a hole with my brothers who died Sandbags sag, boots cold, gloves split A kid next to me can't even find where he's hit Tracer lines zigzag red snakes in fog Heartbeat steady like a metronome log Bullets skip dirt flick rocks on my cheek Fear don't live here haven't felt it all week This ain't new This ain't shock It's just another tyrant using peons as stock You fire your nukes, we duck in the dust Tunnel mouth open trust who we trust Hold Tether tight it's the only thing real Young ones shaking, but I don't feel Drop bodies quiet no echo, no cries Death ain't heavy when you met it ten times Sightline locked, dirt breath, cold lungs This is what I am when the war drum drums Kid on my left nineteen, fresh face Eyes wide open like he never seen hate Hands too shaky to reload clean I tap his shoulder, Breathe. Move mean. Round cracks overhead he drops low I see the shooter hundred meters through smoke Exhale slow one blink, one press Head snaps back, body folds like rest Two more pop up on the ridge line crest Tag both quick chest, neck, chest Young soldier looks at me like I raised the sky I nod once keep moving no time to reply War don't stop for a thank you breath And I don't celebrate preventing death Hold Tether Hold Tether This is how it's been this is how it'll be Born for the kill it's the ice in me Next shot's long two hundred out Figure on a ridge line breaking about Silhouette sharp helmet, pack, stance I can't tell what side no second glance Finger on steel breath cuts clean Trigger breaks vision stays mean Body drops Then smoke rolls in Someone shouts, That might've been our man. I just blink once dirt in my eye Doesn't matter much in war you don't try To sort saints from sinners when the shells fly Who cares Who lives Who dies Tyrants make sure it's always like this War over insults they spit in a fit You fire your nukes, we duck in the dust Tunnel mouth open trust who we trust Hold Tether tight it's the only thing real Young ones shaking, but I don't feel Drop bodies quiet no echo, no cries Death ain't heavy when you met it ten times Sightline locked, dirt breath, cold lungs I'm built for this moment when the war drum drums This ain't courage Ain't honor Ain't pride It's just something broken inside That kills clean when tyrants lie
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