Lyrics

As active as a jar of pickles
subdued by glass you can't escape, you can't escape
subdued by glass you can't escape, you can't escape
Heating up to the boiling point, the glass shatters
As active as a volcano that's about to explode

Rising sun, no more left than an opaque cloud
Carving Country, covering the crescents presence
Rising sun, no more left than an opaque cloud
Carving Country, covering the crescents presence

Cars in a line on the shore to make sure they are prepared for the countdown
prepared for destruction of their homes
All our designs made by our flaws
and established refined laws, crumble to the ground
in our prime we all create spawns, who try to walk before they can crawl and fall harder than they would if they'd taken it slow

oh oh oh

Rising sun, no more left than an opaque cloud
Carving Country, covering the crescents presence
Rising sun, no more left than an opaque cloud
Carving Country, covering the crescents presence