Our Heads Are Bent

I hear the patterns within the static

Won't make a difference, not with the haptics

So is it finally time to come to terms

With these nightly warning visitors?

But how do we know

This should be the end?

Won't we stand again

Or let it all go?

Burn the bridges and leave behind the dead

And allow for new life to begin

Governed by fossils, transistors and paper

No mercy upon us, too late to do better

So is it time to finally come to terms

With the final words from our messengers?

But how do we know

This should be the end?

Won't we stand again

Or let it all go?

Burn the bridges and leave behind the dead

And allow for new blood to bleed in

We haven't slept for weeks or are we dreaming

I can touch the sun, you can taste the sea air

Down on our knees, sights set on nowhere

Their sights set on high heads

Our heads are bent

They've lied through their teeth since the day we were born

They knew how this would end with our graves on the shore

While the avian creatures they fall from the sky

In the distance the unmanned machines all collide

With their engines on fire and their batteries burned

It's our funeral pyre, that's just what we deserve

If you're fearful, then bury your head in the sand

If you trust me, then look up and give me your hand