Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
This song is from the point of view of the former dead(seemingly in conjunction with the previous song), particularly suicides who have been floating in “purgatory” – probably the “black hole”/void of the previous song.
Unfortunately, these souls have been so deranged by the utter loneliness of the...
These eyes shed their pupils when they glimpsed abyss
But now this brain can't shed the thought
Of floating aimlessly alone in this space
So we came back so you could come with us
Why the resistance? It's useless to run
It's only a matter of time - We'll catch up
And drag everyone through a hole in the fabric
Of space-time. It's easy for us, automatic
God sent us back. We were wrong -
Turns out suicide was a long
Route for returning to earth
Now the bombs mean we're going to hell, best stay strong
At least you'll have us, your new pals and buds
To comfort you as you go down through the muck
Cause where we'll end up ain't no light, ain't no sound
Ain't no good times - You get it? We're fucked!
We'll pluck out your eyes so they won't see the end
We'll box out your ears so they can't hear the end
We'll tear out your tongue so it won't taste the air
And fill up your lungs so the vacuum won't torture them
God sent us back. We were wrong -
Turns out suicide was a long
Route for returning to earth
Now the bombs mean we're going to hell, best stay strong