Fields of Copper

There's a light that reflects in the distance

Burning out as we fade away

Cut the strings that bind us together

In this field of copper that reflects our pace

We embrace the thought of failure

Insecurity marked across our bones

Feeling tired and empty

Just to be stuck down from the hands of power

Let your start mind wander

With no purpose and nothing to believe

We march onto these fields of copper

As we inhale, our last cold breath

Last resorts cave and break our morale

As the dust coats the lungs underneath the sulfur

The river is closed off as the bodies restrict the flow

Cut ties with your maker, you're never coming home

Last resorts cave and break our morale

As the dust coats the lungs underneath the sulfur

There's a light that reflects in the distance

Burning out as we fade away

Tying the strings that bind us together

In this field of copper that reflects our pace

We embrace the thought of failure

Insecurity marked across our bones

Feeling tired and empty

Just to be struck down from the hands of power