This Place Is A Battlefield... - Rosaline

This place is a battlefield and all of your heads are landmines*

They’re landmines

If you look up you’ll see heaven bleeds light

We wake to the dead on the dawn of survival

The circuits infinite, the dawn it too bright

An empire that died is on the verge of revival

A boundary, I can’t define

I’m finding out, that I’m fine

Engraved in chemical signs

I’m finding out what to say

Wipe your hands clean, let her entrails bleed

This plot is thickening like concrete in my veins

It won’t erase, my smile is going to burst into flames