Fields Of Copper Songtext

With no purpose and nothing to believe
We march onto these fields of copper
As we inhale, our last cold breath

Last resorts cave and break our morale
As the dust coats the lungs underneath the sulfur

The river is closed off as the bodies restrict the flow
Cut ties with your maker, you're never coming home

Last resorts cave and break our morale
As the dust coats the lungs underneath the sulfur

There's a light that reflects in the distance
Burning out as we fade away
Tying the strings that bind us together
In this field of copper that reflects our pace
We embrace the thought of failure
Insecurity marked across our bones
Feeling tired and empty Just to be struck down from the hands of power