Flesh and bone
Doesn't matter to him
Monochrome
Default to red
The stage is set
With dust and death
Pawns are sent
With on last breath
The new generation
Killing the old
And our foundation
Crumbling to mold
I support the will to live
Not the fire at the end of the tunnel
Maybe he's out to win?
Maybe he's out for revenge?
What ever it is
I'm sure in the end
it doesn't add up to bliss
