作曲 : Emanuel
  Landlocked, its Saturday night at the end of the world.
 And there's a pharmacy in my pocket,
 And I've had my eye on you since the tide got low. (You're so obvious)
 
 Spread your legs,
 And **** the world,
 This is war. (Yeah)
 This towns a virus,
 And you're a whore,
 We are war.
 
 Silence, the sky is an ocean, were being swept out.
 My arms reaching up to the drowned,
 We are a monument in this twilight now. (Let's get underground)
 
 Spread your legs,
 And **** the world,
 This is war. (Yeah)
 This towns a virus,
 And you're a whore,
 We are war.
 
 A godless,
 Rapture,
 Is coming.
 Save yourself.
 
 The sun burns out, sky goes black like curtains drawn.
 Will you say your vows,
 Take a bow as the breath slips out between your lips
 I can't stand....
 
 Spread your legs,
 And **** the world,
 This is war. (Yeah)
 This towns a virus,
 And you're a whore,
 We are war.
 
 A godless,
 Rapture,
 Is coming.
 Save yourself.