I breath heavy air,
the streets are dark.
No soul out side
I fear the walk.
The fleet above is on my ear.
The panic starts
I grab my gear.

The closest friends
have turned their back.
I'm on my own
I watch me sag –

My block's a mess
the grid is down.
The fleet commands:
"escape this town!"

I miss my girl
She should have stayed.
So many moons
I've gone astray.

The fleet's come close
I feel that beam.
It makes me float
I watch me dream –

My body's new
I'm almost healed.
All dead alive
I quit the field – – –

the pilot's gone berzerk
you must induce a landing
your governed by a jerk
I call the last men standing!

so - now - con -
trol the block
be solid rock
defend against marauders

refill the mag
and sew a flag
take action like your fathers

buy food in stacks
prevent attacks
resist! accept no orders!

communicate
don't fall for hate
unite across all borders

the pilot's gone berzerk
you must induce a landing
your governed by a jerk
I call the last men standing!

now quit the socials
switch them off
they're ment to fry your brain

support the friend
that falls behind
your fate will be the same.

let banks be run
to save your funds
secure the cash at home

just get some gold
as you been told
the secret's yours alone.

the pilot's gone berzerk
you must induce a landing
your gouverned by a jerk
I call the last men standing
the pilot's gone berzerk
you must induce a landing
your gouverned by a jerk
I call the last men standing!

I call the last men standing!

... landing ...

they wonder where to wander
now money doesn't count -
you just survived the thunder
no bird - no car - no sound


they'd filled the streets like ants
last call to take a stance.
too late to stop the train
you're doomed - the world chose pain.