Bottle Episode (feat. Indiana)

In the morning at the break of day
The men walk in the fields
The men walk, the men walk

The men walk ahead
And in the mud and in the dirty water
The men wait patiently
The men wait, the men wait

The men wait for their moment
In the bowels of the earth
The men die slowly
The men die, the men die

The men die while waiting
In the morning at the break of day
The men walk in the fields
The men walk, the men walk
The men walk ahead

And then when the order comes
The men run ahead
The men run, the men run

The men run towards nothingness
And on the plain to the sound of shots
The men fall quickly
The men fall, the men fall

The men finally fall
On no man's land
The men painfully perish
The men perish, the men perish

The men perish in the fields
And under the fire and under the bullets
The men almost dance
The men dance, the men dance

The men dance while falling

And then when the order comes
The men run ahead
The men run, the men run

The men run towards nothingness
And on the plain to the sound of shots
The men fall quickly
The men fall, the men fall

The men finally fall
On no man's land
The men painfully perish
The men perish, the men perish

The men perish in the fields
And under the fire and under the bullets
The men almost dance
The men dance, the men dance
The men dance while falling