Black Lines To Battlefields

Hard times, the throw is offline, Pictures of black and gray. Soft minds, backed up by hard drives, Standing in single file. Anything to pa*s the test, you pa*sed the test. Like screaming in the air, A sound for all who care, The siren rings in vain. When lightning hits the ground, To all who stand around, a shock of ignorance. Black lines, can turn to battlefields, When they are drawn in pen. Stop signs, like human apathy, Can cause a fatal crash. Like screaming in the air, A sound for all who care, The siren rings in vain. When lightning hits the ground, To all who stand around, a shock of ignorance. The feeling hard to tell, A word can break the spell. Hard times, the throw is offline, Pictures of black and gray. Like screaming in the air, A sound for all who care. The siren rings in vain. When lightning hits the ground, A shock to all around, to all around. Your screaming, your screaming, your screaming. The lightning, the lightning, lightning.