Black Space - Synister

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)