we stand here like we're sentries on the way to the Gate

we stand here like we're sentries on the way to the Gate

pay our dues, sing the blues

virus-stricken on our honeymoon cruise

we stand here when we should be looking for some goddamn clues

our defenses were shit; they should've wiped us all out

our defenses were shit; they should've wiped us all out

wayward shots, stupid bots

their battle plans like Scooby-Doo plots

defenseless, but we're still here and we can't connect the dots

Some people tell us there was some ghost in the machines

Some people tell us there was some ghost in the machines

useless talk, stupid walk

losing Game 7 on a fucking balk

Some people would make my year if they were outlined in chalk

Does it make a difference how we managed to survive?

does it make a difference how we managed to survive?

grit and pluck? just dumb lick?

do I look like I just fell off a truck?

does it make it any better when we're all just as stuck?

Roll the dice, the cat survives...imaginary friend

roll the dice, this time it dies...imaginary friend

bot's and man's best laid plans

both disappearing in the burning sands

roll the dice, might as well if it's really out of our hands