1. ARMADAS

Armadas coming on the water
There’s a doomswarm on the sky
And we’ll all be cannon fodder
We’re surviving just to die
There are jitters in the trenches
And you’re crawling on my skin
Cold sweat cold blood cold stenches
We are dying just to win

Seems we’re livin in a weird time
We got a reason to be terrified
Where psychos occupy the air time
And even heroin is gentrified

And we’ll all be taxi drivers
Talk to mirrors in the night
Feel like the last survivors
When the rain has made it right
Black moon on the horizon
And a werewolf in your room
Coins and notes and credit cards
And the sky gets dark at noon

Seems we’re living in weird time we got a reason to be out of control
When everything gets dead and quiet and the thunder starts to roll