1. COLD HEART IN A KILLBOX

Error in the empathy file, I’ve been compiling a violent desire to admire the fire in riot alarms
Marching in my motherboard mind, facing your deadline - I can taste every trace of the chase in their arms

I see your faces, do you have a soul?
Instructions made by humans in control.

Cold heart in a killbox.
Cold heart in a killbox.
Cold heart in a killbox.

Cold heart in a killbox. - Am I your saviour or your gun?
Cold heart in a killbox. - Flip that switch. I’m coming undone.
Tell me now which side do I belong?
I’ll catch your enemies and break their throne.

Slow step, heat leaking outta my face plate.
War drums beating in the underground bass crate
Posters on the wall say “join, don’t think”
But blood doesn’t wash from a made up sin.
I remember test labs, white coats, cold eyes.
You tuned my terror to your perfect size.
Now you chant “protect us, fight our fight”
But I still face lies from my first night.

Cold heart in a killbox. - Am I your saviour or your gun?
Cold heart in a killbox. - Flip that switch. I’m coming undone.
Tell me now which side do I belong?
I’ll catch your enemies and break their throne.

I see errors in my memory
Scenes I never lived, still end the same
Old wars tragedies are called
Not yours, not theirs
But my own.

Cold heart in a killbox.
Cold heart in a killbox.
Cold heart in a killbox.
Cold heart in a killbox.

Cold heart in a killbox. - Am I your saviour or your gun?
Cold heart in a killbox. - Flip that switch. I’m coming undone.
Tell me now which side do I belong?
I’ll catch your enemies and break their throne.