Melon - Home Video

It's only metal and bolts holding up the walls

But you're talking god and cocking hip

They are wrong and we are right

And we will win this in a fight

But things might fall on your head from the sky

From our roof we saw the island

Lights were smashed and all was silent

The pitter patter of snow and ash

A wheezing in my breathing mask

What do you see and forget

The petty pangs are too concrete

Subway tunnels filled with river

Bodies spinning in the silver

I've felt cold since we started

But I guess it doesn't matter

Your blue lips will warm me back

Forget the fires and blind attack

I wonder what you would say

If you were really here today

Look to the failing sun

A portrait of a life to come

Look to the failing sun

A portrait of a life to come

Air is easier to breath

When it's free from disease

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell

Gun to head marching into hell

Monster heed the tolling of the bell