Bring me the horizon!
Full steam ahead!
The Napoleon of modern times, echoes in his head
Keeping birds awake, turns into a snake
Incubating battle plans for tomorrow, they said
Ain’t taking my soldiers there
Silo number nine
Go down in the silo number nine
The whims of this tin man
Turns worlds into wastelands
We’re in the core, escape while we can
Playing the soldiers symphony
Gentlemen, commence the countdown
Bring me the horizon!
Full steam ahead
Knights of The Armor of Lead
Full steam ahead, full steam ahead
Full steam ahead
The light in the tunnel is dead
Full steam ahead, full steam ahead
The reign of this tin man
His covetous game plan
The reign and its fall, all drawn in the sand
Scribed by the new audacity
Gentlemen!
Turn 180 and light up the horizon!
Full steam ahead
The nights in the armor of lead
Full steam ahead, full steam ahead
Full steam ahead
Full steam ahead, full steam ahead
