Water Soldiers - PrototypeRaptor

fog’s rolling in, dripping off your skin

chilled to the core, calling substitutions

the competition is stone cold

they cross swords and it’s all told

you

hear their voices calling

water soldiers marching

to their final destinations

there’s nothing you can love left for you

the banks rise up, threatening to swallow you

this is it, the end

while you’re laughing, you pretend

this waterfall isolation is chosen (x2)

tear me down I want to believe it

throw the doors wide and recommit (x2)