tytothebenj
11-04-2006, 04:54 AM
I wrote this song a while ago for a contest on sputnik and it got last place. Now I've made tons of revisions.
Bicentennial
Hailing from the depths of the sea
It grins and shows the world its teeth
Sleepless it marches on shore
The sound of hills
Biting tongues of thousands
Sound the alarm
Learn to pick it up and charge
Fit the elephants for war
We are a war faring nation
A call to the masses
We’ve encountered a dragon
The town has its very own colossus
It breathes and the legion collapses
Lifts one man to its lips
Elephants head the frontlines
Sharp tusks gouging its legs
Climbing up a concrete bodice
Soldiers excavate the beast
Set flame to an open back
A sign for the Magistrate
Pull out the artillery
Bombard the beast with cannons
The smoke clears
Its torso is blackened
Arrows tie ropes around ankles
He wavers, the beast wavers
Ride the beast to the ground
Waking up to a mountain
Men conceal it with their bodies
Engrave their family names
It lays exposed to the world
Pulsating organs ripened for the Lord
The thing has a seizure
Dismounting the bloodsuckers
Knuckles feed into its chest
Griping arteries in hope to reset
In this last, crippled event
The beast has awaken again
It struggles to its feet from scratch
Watch as a phoenix born with ash
Eyes fixed on the open mass
It has the last, mechanized laugh
Its here to stay
And its name Bicentennial
Bicentennial
Hailing from the depths of the sea
It grins and shows the world its teeth
Sleepless it marches on shore
The sound of hills
Biting tongues of thousands
Sound the alarm
Learn to pick it up and charge
Fit the elephants for war
We are a war faring nation
A call to the masses
We’ve encountered a dragon
The town has its very own colossus
It breathes and the legion collapses
Lifts one man to its lips
Elephants head the frontlines
Sharp tusks gouging its legs
Climbing up a concrete bodice
Soldiers excavate the beast
Set flame to an open back
A sign for the Magistrate
Pull out the artillery
Bombard the beast with cannons
The smoke clears
Its torso is blackened
Arrows tie ropes around ankles
He wavers, the beast wavers
Ride the beast to the ground
Waking up to a mountain
Men conceal it with their bodies
Engrave their family names
It lays exposed to the world
Pulsating organs ripened for the Lord
The thing has a seizure
Dismounting the bloodsuckers
Knuckles feed into its chest
Griping arteries in hope to reset
In this last, crippled event
The beast has awaken again
It struggles to its feet from scratch
Watch as a phoenix born with ash
Eyes fixed on the open mass
It has the last, mechanized laugh
Its here to stay
And its name Bicentennial