Lyrics

We sent out dragonflies to warn the other ones.
Our final escape route has been overrun by razor sharp cricket men and their virus guns.
Fire up the machine and keep your eyes shielded tight.
A squadron of sweepers approaches with their harsh lights so fire up the machine.
Sheltering in sewers until we're nullified. Silently toasting the ones who fought and died, while whispering our fears to crimson butterflies.
Fire up the machine and keep your eyes locked up tight.
One in every million long-shots work out half the time.
A squadron of sweepers approaches with their sharp knives.
Fire up the machine and keep your eyes shielded tight. Fire up the machine.