[Verse 1]
Creases, creases on the page I carry
The last words you managed to rally
Before we went our ways
Pieces, pieces scattered on the floor
Where I destroyed your armour
All for our orders

[Chorus]
Aim your frame to the sky
Payload's too great
Why was it made?
On this bed of lies
Payload's too great
Why was it made?

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Cracks, cracks in the heads-up display
No name, no face, no way
To know this place
Cool, cool the metal down
The spin, the ugly sound
This won't be thе last round
[Chorus]
Aim your frame to the sky
Payload's too great
Why was it madе?
On this bed of lies
Payload's too great
Why was it made?