作曲 : Pilot Speed
suicide was waiting at the doorOur
We'd clawed and crawled our way across the floor

The record that we'd played a thousand times

We're still alive, still alive in our minds

We've wooden bones, wooden bones

We've wooden bones, wooden bones
We've wooden bones, wooden bones

We couldn't find a way to save our heads

We couldn't find a god that even cared

When all of this descended into ash

What did they do, did they do with the guns and cash?

We've wooden bones, wooden bones

We've wooden bones, wooden bones

We've wooden bones, wooden bones

We've wooden bones, wooden bones

We've wooden bones, wooden bones......

Don't miss the point now
Don't shut your eyes dear
Our time is soon up
Our days are numbered here
We'd rape our own world

And we'd rip the Gods down

Then leave the child with the hell we'd found.....