Toll Of The Inferno
Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 10:36 am
TOLL OF THE INFERNO
by Macaque Attack
Verse 1
The situation is precarious,
The protagonists hilarious,
If it wasn't for the consequences,
Their dick swinging might bring,
Here's the thing,
Brinkmanship complicates everything,
It's like chess played by fools,
With no rules,
Throwing pawns,
At each other like tools,
Not realising,
They've knocked their own kings on the floor,
No game anymore,
Wipe the board,
Like children who can't get their way,
Not safe to play,
Banging their little fists,
On their desks in immature fits,
I'm gonna do that,
I'm gonna do this,
We're gonna burn you alive,
None will survive,
Nowhere to run or to hide,
We'll annihilate you back,
We can attack,
With our missiles you'll stop in your tracks
Chorus
Is anyone stopping to think,
Of the toll the inferno brings,
When all that's left is ash,
No countries left for Kings
x2
Verse 2
Tiny orange finger,
Starting to linger,
Over a button that's bigger than most,
If not all other things,
Arrows and slings,
On which this one clings,
Tapping out birdsong,
Shouting down all the critics,
Not analytic,
Just bombastic and dumb,
An illiterate bum,
Silver spoon and a thatch finely spun,
It's for our own defence,
Says the one with no sense,
Bending his kin to his will,
Starving his countrymen,
All hysterical when,
In his presence they drill,
The fat little playboy can laugh,
As he targets his wrath,
At an enemy,
Exaggerated to help,
Subjugate all to his needs,
Keep his lifestyle intact,
That's the fact
Chorus
Is anyone stopping to think,
Of the toll the inferno brings,
When all that's left is ash,
No countries left for Kings
x4
Ending
And all that can come from this,
Is hate and fire and death,
Something we should fight,
With every living breath,
We've created too much good,
To see it all destroyed,
By those with no respect,
Who see us all as toys,
x2
by Macaque Attack
Verse 1
The situation is precarious,
The protagonists hilarious,
If it wasn't for the consequences,
Their dick swinging might bring,
Here's the thing,
Brinkmanship complicates everything,
It's like chess played by fools,
With no rules,
Throwing pawns,
At each other like tools,
Not realising,
They've knocked their own kings on the floor,
No game anymore,
Wipe the board,
Like children who can't get their way,
Not safe to play,
Banging their little fists,
On their desks in immature fits,
I'm gonna do that,
I'm gonna do this,
We're gonna burn you alive,
None will survive,
Nowhere to run or to hide,
We'll annihilate you back,
We can attack,
With our missiles you'll stop in your tracks
Chorus
Is anyone stopping to think,
Of the toll the inferno brings,
When all that's left is ash,
No countries left for Kings
x2
Verse 2
Tiny orange finger,
Starting to linger,
Over a button that's bigger than most,
If not all other things,
Arrows and slings,
On which this one clings,
Tapping out birdsong,
Shouting down all the critics,
Not analytic,
Just bombastic and dumb,
An illiterate bum,
Silver spoon and a thatch finely spun,
It's for our own defence,
Says the one with no sense,
Bending his kin to his will,
Starving his countrymen,
All hysterical when,
In his presence they drill,
The fat little playboy can laugh,
As he targets his wrath,
At an enemy,
Exaggerated to help,
Subjugate all to his needs,
Keep his lifestyle intact,
That's the fact
Chorus
Is anyone stopping to think,
Of the toll the inferno brings,
When all that's left is ash,
No countries left for Kings
x4
Ending
And all that can come from this,
Is hate and fire and death,
Something we should fight,
With every living breath,
We've created too much good,
To see it all destroyed,
By those with no respect,
Who see us all as toys,
x2