Bombardment
Bomb the roof with your candy corn percussion
Like cymbals they'll clash with my isolation
Tie rope to your waist and dangle above
See if he's below to catch you
Let them sing from their choir under the lightning strikes
Shrieking is all we will hear
Bombardment, bombardment in the summer storm
Bombardment, bombardment under the summer rain
That is all we taste
Serve me from the roach brown plates
Serve me from the shaky hand
Serve me through thе...
Bombardment, bombardment under thе rain
Bombardment, bombardment is where we took the stand
Bombardment is their only way to try to divide