Yourcodenameis:milo - Rapt. Dept. lyrics

Judge and sentence the findings of fate Commission your thoughts, commission your thoughts To furnish the wall it can't just happen, wait! Can't just happen, wait! can't just happen, wait! As they out-manoeuvre your motionless scent Your pathways and footprints are made with intent So we stand frozen in contraband Like ornaments, we break from emotional hand They will march on They will march on Close at hand will be Close at hand will be me Take the eyes from a crow and they'll stab you from distance But the thorn in my side is immune through resistance And it can't just happen, it can't just happen And it can't just happen, it can't just happen They will march on They will march on Done everything twice for you Made the maps to see them through How's your chance but you cave in I will stand alone as one Solitude is the outcome The hand grows cold but it's all mine They'll out-manoeuvre your motionless scent Your pathways and footprints Are made to change the way and all diversions So I stand frozen now