Black Flags of Chaos - Poisöncharge

Attack! Fed down the line, chills down your spine They're getting closer, this death machine They're coming to take your liberty In a constant state of fear Threat level rise, screamed from the skies Searching for cover, a refuge from dread Your willing to pay now, whatever the debt So horrified, echoing cries They're killing children, the vision's obscene Our warheads are waiting to wipe the slate clean We are the vaccine Fealty, we suffer the common curse Blindly, we fall in to line coerced Just pawns in a morbid charade Marching under false flags Unconscious crusade What was concealed, you have revealed Prepare for the trial, a mind found unclean For lifting the veil of this smokescreen Fealty, we suffer the common curse Blindly, we fall in to line coerced Just pawns in a morbid charade Marching under false flags Unconscious crusade Attack! Clandestine false flags fly Genocide justified Fealty, we suffer the common curse Blindly, we fall in to line coerced Just pawns in a morbid charade Marching under false flags Unconscious crusade Attack! Sold the lie All deny False flags fly All deny False flags fly

All of the colours here connecting Into the wild we go hand in hand Making our way on a million journeys Searching our hearts for a pot of gold Dancing through an ancient dreaming A carnival of light reflecting A world together in a higher love A sea of flags So beautiful Will lift me up into the sky And guide me home The southern stars Over golden sands Our crazy hearts have come as one In a sea of flags Got enough love to last the winter Feeding our souls with a thousand strings Playing the tune of an endless summer Celebrate til we all got wings Dancing through an ancient dreaming A carnival of light reflecting A world together in a higher love A sea of flags So beautiful Will lift me up into the sky And guide me home The southern stars Over golden sands Our crazy hearts have come as one In a sea of flags Yeah, yeah Oh, hope is in our hands (hands x8) Yeah Oh, hope is in our hands (hands x8) Oh All of the colours here connecting A sea of flags, oh So beautiful Will lift me up into the sky And guide me home The southern stars Over golden sands Our crazy hearts have come as one In a sea of flags

The cash machine Is blue and green For a hundred in 20's And a small service fee I could spend three dollars And 63 cents On diet Coca-Cola And unlit cigarettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I want a good life With a nose for things A fresh wind and bright sky To enjoy my suffering A hole without a key If I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always my wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves Filling up shopping bags

And though England is mine, I must leave it all behind The war is over Lift the anchor, set an open course The New York state lines I think of all that went wrong The sailor boys line up in a song and they sing Of London Love thy neighbor Will it really last? Anytime What's that, that you said to me Oh, I'm a chaos space marine So what, I love you Darling, will you take my metal hand? It's cold In time, you will find These things take up space inside your mind Where you could be keeping honest thoughts of the sea alone So I'm leaving this body And I'm never coming home again, yeah I'll bury the hatchet Between the window and the kingdom of men, oh I'm becoming a worm now And I'm looking for a place to live, yeah Here I come now In time you will find These things take up In time you will find These things take up In time, you will find These things take you And now, so long chumps! I'm coming home (Oh, yeah) Billie Eilish style (oh, na-na-na) A concorde will fly (oh, na-na-na) (Oh, na-na-na) ignore the hole I've dug again Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na) Oh, yeah (oh, na-na-na)