Magnitude #9 Lyrics

The heads on the front are rolling in line

Ready for trouble to bleed out their eyes

Maybe they'll point a finger and divvy up the crimes

Or pour another drink and close up their minds

10 million or 200 is a difference in time

A color wheel measured by the the loss of life

And who will be the next history book footnote?

If they're so lucky

Wait! I can see paper tigers creeping in the underbrush

Can somebody lend me a lighter?

The soldiers on the front are marching in line

As per tradition, the folly of pride

An earthquake rumbles, Magnitude #9

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light

The shadow of the swarm will blot out the light