Bring me the horizon! Full steam ahead! The Napoleon of modern times, echoes in his head Keeping birds awake, turns into a snake Incubating battle plans for tomorrow, they said Ain’t taking my soldiers there Silo number nine Go down in the silo number nine The whims of this tin man Turns worlds into wastelands We’re in the core, escape while we can Playing the soldiers symphony Gentlemen, commence the countdown Bring me the horizon! Full steam ahead Knights of The Armor of Lead Full steam ahead, full steam ahead Full steam ahead The light in the tunnel is dead Full steam ahead, full steam ahead The reign of this tin man His covetous game plan The reign and its fall, all drawn in the sand Scribed by the new audacity Gentlemen! Turn 180 and light up the horizon! Full steam ahead The nights in the armor of lead Full steam ahead, full steam ahead Full steam ahead Full steam ahead, full steam ahead