Drums of Death - Project Pitchfork

Welcome to the future

The air is liquid smoke

Everything is on fire now

No life apart from moss

The darkest dark is what we see

This is not the place to be

What we see is what we want

There is no turning back

Hold your breath and come to eight

When we seal the final fate

What we see is what we want

There is no turning back

While we cry to feel alive

We need the drums of death (x2)

We cut down the family tree

And we burned all what was left

In our gated community

To warm our hearts of ice

We sold the past for a better Now

It didn’t work out fine

We sold the past for a better Now

Where is the breathing device

What we see is what we want

There is no turning back

Hold your breath and come to eight

When we seal the final fate

What we see is what we want

There is no turning back

While we cry to feel alive

We need the drums of death (x2)

What we see is what we want (x4)

What we saw was what we got

There was no turning back

While we tried to feel alive

We need no earth to death (x2)

What we see is what we want

We need the drums of death (x2)