Thunder’s Cannonade Songtext / Lyric

Our sky, she's full of lights

Glinting through all that dark, uncaring

The Rats on the moon are shielding their eyes

Against the creeping, the crawling

All that so-called useless DNA

Sharp colours teased to a gleam

"Doesn't matter"

Refracted inaction, remains inaction

This cursed recursive loop, pure comedy

Soon ye shall be razed in flame

Ha!



How does that fire feel climbing up your back?

Still grabbing with those thieving little hands?

So we strive to lift up our heads against the nowhere

Before you blot out Mother's summersphere

One fist may resolve nothing, but many fists shall knock you flat

One projection may be simple refraction, but many, well, they equal reaction

Those ears of yours just picked up a sneaky peal of thunder

Are you ready for the lightning to strike?

Are you?