Things To Tell The Press

We already have boots on the ground

And you say

Nobody fucking knows, we'll see

We'll see?

My brother sent far away from me

I've seen the way they infect us

Reaching out with treacherous hands

They steal the light through our eyes

Banish us to distant lands

Brandish your weapon hold it high

Or see your demise in the mirror

Your reflection is smoldering

Burnt away, far too unclear

I said that I'd look you in the eyes

When you find your way home

We'll see if I lied when I said that

I would look you in the eyes

So even if you don't die

I don't know

Nobody fucking knows

We'll see? We'll see?

My brother sent away from me

I'll bury you if I have to

Expect me to shed a tear

If I have to keep your casket closed

Nothing else I could think I fear

But to run away from ruination

Kind that sucks your soul

Through your eyes

Kind that swallows you whole

Leaves you, petrified

I don't really wanna watch you

Lose your head, or worse

Watch you lose your mind

I'm sure you feel the lash of deaths

Breath on your neck

Keep it in check