Genghis Tron
Things Don’t Look Good
Roots spread under the mud
Drags the steel sprawl out towards the sea
Pile these cold souls so tight they'll hardly breathe

Flames will walk the earth
Let them roam

They don't need what can spend so easily
Make this wretched mass work for their gloom

Flames will walk the earth
And nothing will change
Pack ourselves so tight
We can't breathe

On their grief
We cast our roots deep
The grid extends its reach

Things don't look good
As we feel the ground wake
Nothing will change
Flames will walk the earth
And nothing will change