Fitz & Dizzyspells کے بول

Comes and goes Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather And it gloats Like it knows whats going wrong, like its clever Has a name, oh but the name goes unspoken Where the veins oh are all twisted and broken. Soldier on Soldier on Soldier on Flaring to the whirr of the snack machine Muted screams of an old regime And then oh, something gets in But nausea gets in and we were all fast asleep we were all so fast asleep but you woke up, woke up from the strangest dream that an old regime could ever know would ever know, would ever know Lava flows over crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean and explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion Has a name but the name goes unspoken its in vain 'cause that language is broken Cast your own Cast your own Soldier on Soldier on Soldier on