[Intro]
Plastic saints and daemon wings
Sprue dust stuck in my rings
[low vocal register] Coffee cold
Rulebook torn
Paint-stained hands
New gods born
[Verse 1]
Click
Snap
Glue on my skin
Tiny titans
War within
Codex creased
Margin notes
Red and black on armour coats
Drybrush snow on shattered stone
Name each sergeant like my own
List tech
Math check
Mortal sin
Change one relic
Chase the win
[Chorus]
We roll the dice
Praise the dice gods (hey!)
Steel and circuits
Saints and frauds
Green flock
Burnt skies on this board of odds
We live
We die
By plastic warlords
Roll the dice
Praise the dice gods
Ink and thunder in these squad facades
From desk lamp nights to tournament mobs
We live
We die
By plastic warlords
[Verse 2]
Saturday
Shop lights glare
Carry case like holy ware
Trash talk
Handshake
Shuffled fate
Clock is ticking
Round one table eight
Line of sight through ruins cracked
Judge walks by
Keep it tact
Argue ranges
Measure twice
"Was that cocked?" we blame the dice
Painted banners
Insta fame
Photo wall
Tag every name
Busted budget
Resin haul
Sell some blood to buy it all
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals] Lore deep
Ten thousand years
Broken stars and holy spears
[build] Audiobook on endless loop
While we spray another troop
[full voice] Fan-made rules and homebrew wars
Kitchen tables
Kitchen floors
Late-night list chat
Group call roars
Patch the meta with our chores
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Storage bins
Foam sarcophagi
Broken banner
Super glue sky
Backlog mountain
Primed in gray
Shame pile staring every day
Con safe
Con plague
Travel miles
Sweaty crowds and trophy smiles
Win or lose
Same old end
Pack the dead
Still call you friend
[Chorus]
[Outro]
One last roll
One last round
Tiny graves
On measured ground
[whispered vocals] Plastic gods in cardboard vaults
We keep marching
Counting faults
[crushing guitars and synths fade]