The Dear Hunter - The Tank lyrics

Eight wheels lusting for the
Lives of infantry (His bearings shift)
His turrets turning from accountability
(He takes his aim)
We sing our final song and
Soon this verse is over

He makes advances 'till his
Wheels cease to roll (His God is smiling)
His God is smiling on his cold mechanic soul
His plot is perfect if
It sees no contradiction

There's no sign that he shows
A sign of slowing

You've stained your skin, and
I won't stick around, around
Long enough to count the hearts
That hit the ground
So long ago, was I one of them?

Your urgency hastened by his ingenuity
(It's just a matter)
Matter of moments 'till your body is debris
(So say a prayer) his plot is perfect if
It sees no contradiction

You've stained your skin, and
I won't stick around, around
Long enough to count the hearts
That hit the ground
So long ago, was I one of them?

And still he moves on
Arm and iron conquer heart and soul

And what of those in silent disconnect?
Sundry souls akin in consequence
Begging for bliss beyond the pain?
Relief is just a turret's turn away

You've stained your skin and
I won't stick around, around
Long enough to count the hearts
That hit the ground
So long ago, was I one of them?