Letra de Metronomes

And every soldier's face is burnt
And it's a mask of rippled flesh
And their hands are turned to rifles now
And they kill everything they touch
So I watch the trees swaying in the breeze
Keeping beat to the butchery
And every subway station's wrecked
It shuts down and off
And business men in a panic:
"Here they come! Here they come!"
And they collect power killing love
So I watch the bat
A picnic death camp
Keeping beat to the butchery
So children come burn the skyscrapers
And the cities alive
Concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like new
And the metronome clicks over our skulls
And every single window pane is smashed
And every cop is smiling broken glass
Here's a place where the soldiers came
To rake up all that they could take
So toss another bottle
Pull another pin
Light up the sky in a butchery
So children come burn the skyscrapers
And the cities alive
Concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like new
And the metronome clicks over our skulls