Metal grinds to metal
The kind of the love they know
Can you feel their magnificence
Large and cold
Slow and dangerous
Them trucks are alive
Phasing us all
Them trucks are watching us
Judgment day arrives
The blood of heroes
Find me again
Them trucks are alive
Phasing us all
Loaded in the back like a cattle call
Heavyweight down to featherweight
All the king’s men’s horses vivisect
Gristle and malaise in repose
Outside the steel will crack
Fed but hungry for the skin
We are falling voices sinking
United in chants verses them trucks
Laced up tight like a human glove
Held together stubborn and cramped
Smell the gasoline it is taunting
New gods in frail chassis
We are falling voices sinking
United in chants verses them trucks
The blood of heroes
Find me again
Nails like chalk feel them crumble
Writing in silence and begging
The oppressor always had it coming
Now isn’t the time for opinions
We are falling voices sinking
United in chants verses them trucks
We are rising through the exhaust
Delivering measures to them trucks
Put a box in a larger box
Hide it deep in the underground
Pray the metal is dead
As you watch the comet pass
Drums, Guitar - John Makarewicz
Bass, Guitar - Stephen Murphy
Guitar, Vocals - Nick Nunziata