Sequoia Throne

Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die,
Or did we really think that spaceships would descend from the sky,

Bending light and beaming forth across space-time,
To see us scared in the reflection of their oil black eyes,
To stalk us as a predator like our movies imply?

They're not the ones who've come to kill us,
Come to fill us full of lead.
They're not the ones who hate us
And they are not the ones who mutilate our animals
Or travel to the stars.
They're not the ones who cause us harm
We are, we are, we are...

We are still-life and cold blood and we feel nothing.
We are still-life and cold blood and we feel nothing.

Hell-bent on Heaven...
Hell-bent on Heaven...
Hell-bent on Heaven...
Hell-bent on Heaven...

While our righteous men are stuffing corpses full of shit and pain.

We are, we are, we are still-life
We are, we are, we are still-life
We are, we are, we are still-life

They're not the ones who cause us harm
We are, we are
(Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die?)
We are still-life and cold blood, we are still-life and cold blood, and we feel, we feel... (nothing)

Stuffing corpses
Full of shit and pain
They bloviate about a future beyond the moon
To bring about another planet's doom
To discover peaceful life
And beat our war-drum to its tune
Unless my prayers are answered
Our end is coming soon.