Things Don't Look Good - Genghis Tron

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