Texty: Dear Hunter (The). Act III: Life And Death. The Tank.

Eight wheels lusting for the lives of infantry
(His bearings shift)
His turrets turning from accountability
(He takes his aim)
"We sing our final song and soon this verse is over."
He makes advances till his wheels cease to roll.
His God is smiling on his cold mechanic soul.
"His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction."

There is no sign that he shows a sign of slowing.

You've stained your skin and I won't stick around
long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground.
So long ago...was I one of them?

Your urgency hastened by his ingenuity
It's just a matter of moments til your body is debris
"So say a prayer"
"His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction."

You've stained your skin and I won't stick around
long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground.
So long ago...was I one of them?

And still he moves on
arm and iron conquer heart and soul.

and what of those in silent disconnect
sundry souls akin in consequence
begging for bliss beyond the pain
Relief is just a turret's fire away



(Thanks to Carter Golden for these lyrics)