The engine’s blown
We’re going down
We’ll drift through space
We’ll not be found
It looks as through
there’s naught to do
There’ll be no one
to see us through
The Flames Consume
The Lower Decks
No Oxygen
Can’t take a breath
Come with me, men
we have to try
we’ll stop the fires
or trying, die
There may be no tomorrow
our past has run its course
like falling from the saddle of a wounded horse
mistakes we’ve made, I grant you
And I know we’ll not be saved
Now It’s up to us to come back from this mess we’ve made
So make your peace
and vent the flames
Its sabotage
But who's to blame?
I’ll go alone
into the core
and once I’m in
you’ll seal the door
There may be no tomorrow
our past has run its course
like falling from the saddle of a wounded horse
mistakes we’ve made, I grant you
And I know we’ll not be saved
Now It’s up to us to come back from this mess we’ve made
There may be no tomorrow
our past has run its course
like falling from the saddle of a wounded horse
mistakes we’ve made, I grant you
And I know we’ll not be saved
Now It’s up to us to come back from this mess we’ve made