Silicone Boone

Lyrics to Mars




From the wilds we gazed

Saw your arched back

Your lands parched and cracked

We fashioned our swords, our guns, our shells

A single blood drop

A fallen war god

Glistening red, we saw ourselves



O the arc

Of golden warheads beat

From silver plowshares we

Turned beast to bone in the battering fields

Yeah you're muscled and fine but

Your cold, crimson eye cuts

All to the grave and we draw near



Red the moon will turn

Red the sun will burn

May your side break wide and flood the curse



The automate blade

Is strapped to an infant

She's crawling the distance

Back down to dust with the strength of the meek

A single blood drop

A fallen war god

Dying is bitter but rising's so sweet



Red the moon will turn

Red the sun will burn

May your side break wide and flood the curse

Across the naked plains

We come to trade our ways

And go down, down like seeds to die and turn



We trade in our wars let

The curse be the cure we

Pick up all our seed off the threshing floor

We trade in our wars let

The curse be the cure we

Sow seeds of peace 'cross your red fields of ore



Red the moon will turn

Red the sun will burn

May your side break wide and flood the curse

Across the naked plains

We've come to trade our ways

And go down, down like seed to die and turn