The hum of death, electrified The rats rattle in the heat of the battle Fancy the dirt, replace from the start Jenga for the lost and a wonderland for art Jenga for the lost and a wonderland for art Jenga for the lost and a wonderland for art Ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta, huh What a mind What a kind of bitter thing To play a war with metal to the beat Evil though But I thought What a plain way to win By my hands From my dreams It is here they cannot win Your friend is high And I'm even higher Look in the sky Can you see a spitfire? And you say Oh, look up there We'll be free Oh, look up there We'll be fine (Pew) I got told to kick it It's in my hands, I've got to hit it Hit it I can defeat it, ooh I wanna fly, I wanna fly like you in the sky, ah, oh Today, today, today, today In any way (any way, any way, any way) Oh, what we see And what we feel And what we breathe Is it all real? Oh, look up there We'll be free Oh, look up there We'll be fine Oh, look up there We'll be free Oh, look up there We'll be fine Huh, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh Ah, huh Ah, huh