We're not going backwards We're not going backwards We're just killing onward to die. Put that knife away. ♪ My first thought, a dragon. My first thought, a dragon Two contending marches. Put that knife away. ♪ She'll sting you to death like a swarm of hornets from the hive. Endlessly I drift into this distraction. Sign my name to shame Press hard, there are three copies. ♪ You'll put me in the grave. You'll put me in the grave. ♪ We're not going backwards We're not going backwards We're just killing onward to die. Put that knife away. Put that knife away. Making progress like that of a dead man. Constant last words. The last word. The last words.