Woorden: Blueprint (the). Ecliptic. Hail Of Splinters.

In car parks,
with broken hearts
Escaping,
the barrage of poison darts

Six men sleep,
but the sound track is unsettling
We watched as the pizzeria burned
I felt a pattern emerge.

Those nights that we,
we snatched defeat from
From the jaws of victory
If only
We had had more room to breathe?

In car parks,
with broken spirits
The sound?s so disturbing.
Have you heard it?

Six men stand,
unable to scale the fencing.
Burn the factory down.
Burn that country to the ground

Those nights that we,
we snatched defeat from
From the jaws of victory
If only
We had had more room to breathe?

We cover
We cover
We cover our faces to protect our features
We cover our faces from the hail of splinters

Those nights that we,
we snatched defeat from
From the jaws of victory
If only
We had had more room to breathe...