The War Of 1812 - I: And with Them, We Rot lyrics

Moons creep on, like a maiden in the night Keeping watch of her dying children Watch of her dying children Our wars mean nothing, and with them, we rot Polynomial equations construct my DNA Make the eyes vanish, tear me apart Take away my eyes I stopped building bridges And started building unfathomable cities Made of constant variables My children burn, Shiva, rain your fire My children burn, Shiva, rain your fire