Circle of Death

[Verse 1: Dan Bull] Hop, hop out the aeroplane You better not be scared of pain There's a hundred other motherheckers out there Want you dead and they're insane It's tough to see upon descent Which one of us'll be the one per cent Dropping like frogs Or fallen angels that the gods have sent Hey maybe the goal is population control That would explain why the voice channel's saturated with trolls Because this game and frustration go together like bacon and rolls We're not playing a role That's just the way that we roll Clubbing your face in with a spade Heartlessly making you fold Players who play their deck correct Can get to be the ace in the hole Prey never see me patiently wait in the cold Shaking then take a patrol Out like the pin pulled from your grenade and then bolt 'Til there's smoke on the horizon I'm going for the diamonds Hope is ever rising With the stakes and so you're frightened But mate, it's too late to panic And it won't exactly help If God put a hundred cards in the pack Which one'll be the last he dealt? [Chorus: Roomie] Falling down We dropped onto the ground Into the massive circumference of death There's only one who makes it to the centre Fighting on The circle closes in As all the bodies, they build up within There's only one who makes it to the centre [Verse 2: Dan Bull] Scraps of ceiling plaster fell Scattered round ramshackle towns A massive match of cat and mouse In that you have to catch 'em out A man with shattered health Trying to find a faster route As a vast amount of metal shells rattle Clatter down like acid stratus clouds Lashing out and I'm mad as hell Should be thrashing about in a padded cell In a satin gown, that aroused Crap, did I say that aloud? Welp, that's my natural style Settle down, blabbermouth I'll neuter you like Latin nouns Testing out this frag I found Ask Jack, I don't act the clown You'll be scattered where your ashes fell Fucking hell, is that allowed? What the heck's all that about? (oi!) Don't have a cow, man I'm sure you'll soon have it fathomed out Spotted the pattern now? Better batten down the hatches, hell No matter how, there's no backing out this battleground So you might as well sit back and chill Until the matter's dealt with, happy now? Anyway, it's too late to panic And it won't exactly help If God put a hundred cards in the pack Which one'll be the last he dealt? [Chorus: Roomie] Falling down We dropped onto the ground Into the massive circumference of death There's only one who makes it to the centre (Bombs over battlegrounds) Fighting on (Bombs over battlegrounds) The circle closes in As all the bodies, they build up within (Dan Bull, Roomie, The Living Tombstone) There's only one who makes it to the centre [Guitar Solo: Orko]