Prospekt's March / Poppyfields

Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet

People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt how could I forget

Drones, here it comes
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
As fish swimming around in a barrel
Where you've got the gun

Oh and I run
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in a symbol
Trying to get the other kind of control 
But I wasn't one

Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky