Rainworld -

Just as soon as you fly the black flag with your hands

Zapatistas listen close to Zarathustra and Firebrands

Copper on my tongue close to blazing 'em clean

Downcast murmuring sigh is now a murdering scream

Dark horses of sam flying low over mexico

Take a hit in the rib down in the ring at the rodeo

One face in a crowd and I can pick out the fighters

Pot shots at the clouds try and take out the pilots

More. that’s the slogan of sam

Will to power drives the train just to have and to grab

Indiscriminate thieves, start by bulldozing homes

Out from under my feet, leave a nation of bones

Pity. The bell of taco is closed

In the blink of an eye and the lie is exposed

Look back down seven towns are controlled

Melt back to the darkness in a jungle of bones

We know our history

And here we are

Looking for a miracle

In the city of God

We know our history

And here we are

Looking for a miracle

In the city of God

But the cruelest joke of all is while they’re cheering them on

The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons

Ironic. that’s the Firebrand tone

Rattle and roll in the nation of bones

But the cruelest joke of all is while they’re cheering them on

The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons

Ironic. that’s the Firebrand tone

Rattle and roll in the nation of bones

We know our history

And here we are

We’re looking for a miracle

In the city of God

We know our history

And here we are

Looking for a miracle

In the city of God

In the city of God

In the city of God

In the city of God