Dead Man's Gun

It's a part of us I see, in ecstasy, we extirpate

Electrifies the night time sky

Squeezing out colossal cries

In the seconds after blast

A dead man's gun lays in the grass

Deemphasized by fusillade

Lain upon hematic graves uh

Houses broken under heft of cloven hoof, the horse of death

Breathing poison gas attack

Raze the people like an axe

Exercise in slow erasure

Human kind and earthly nature

Smoldering, the ashen claw

Closes all the exit doors, uh

Perhaps now Terra can rest

Less this great weight upon her chest

All the system are now gone

No more human persuasion

In the seconds after blast

A dead man's gun lays in the grass

Deemphasized by fusillade

Lain upon hematic graves uh