Riots in factory 12 have spread to the surrounding communities. Please be assured that the situation is under control. Your safety is our top priority. Orders came down in a language of numbers Coordinates set the story Silver hulls turn like our wrath Full of thunder Nobody asks why this factory He calls it mercy from a throne of glass He calls the fire righteous, calls it fast I count the seconds til we are in range Ten million lives… about to change We were built for the burning Bred for the order Born to obey Silver above and the world keeps burning Long after we've turned away Somewhere a voice is now learning How to speak When there's nothing left to say Down there the lines for food wrap round the square Empire's colours fading on the wall Rioters demand an equal share Nobody answers Nobody at all He calls it glory from a palace fed On promises and portraits of the dead We salute a banner We all avert our eyes While ships above darken all the skies We were built for the burning Bred for the order Born to obey Silver above and the world keeps burning Long after we've turned away Somewhere a voice is still learning How to scream When there's nothing left to say Ten -- a hand still shaking on the trigger Nine -- a mother counting out her share Eight -- a name that no one wrote down bigger Seven -- one more empty chair Six, Five, Four, Three, Two… I gave the order and I felt it land We felt it land We felt the whole sky bend I don't know whose war this is anymore It was never ours to begin or end We were built for the burning Bred for the order Born to obey Silver above and the world keeps burning Long after we've turned away The emperor sleeps while the voices are learning No one sings No one left to greet the day Silver and ash Silver and ash
