Metronomes

And every soldier's face is burnt
And it's a mask of withered flesh
And their hands have turned to rifles now
And they kill everything and anything they touch

So watch the trees swaying in the breeze
Keeping beat to the butchery

And every subway station's wrecked
It shuts down and off
And business men in a panic:
"Here they come! Here they come!"
And they collect power killing love

So watch the bat
Picnic death camps
Keeping beat to the butchery

So children come brew the skyscrapers
The cities are ripe concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like anew
And the metronome clicks over our skulls

And every single window pane is smashed
And every compass is smiling broken glass
Here's a place where the soldiers came
To rake up all that they could take

So toss another bottle
Pull another pin
Light up the sky in a butchery

So children come brew the skyscrapers
The cities are ripe concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like anew
And the metronome clicks over our skulls

So children come brew the skyscrapers
The cities are ripe concrete vineyards

So children come brew the skyscrapers
The cities are ripe concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like anew
And the metronome clicks over our skulls