| Ruined world | 
| Hey | 
| What you doing girl? | 
| Looking for answers? | 
| You look a bit anxious | 
| You’re far from shelter | 
| It’s harmful out there | 
| Fighting violence and terror | 
| Is trial and error | 
| Grab a vine or a fibre | 
| A wire and tie them together | 
| So you’re flying | 
| As light as a feather | 
| Climbing whatever | 
| Climate or weather | 
| 'Til you’re finding the treasure | 
| Head straight to Meridian | 
| What a place to create a city in | 
| Chasing Elysium | 
| Like an idiot taking the lithium | 
| Aim for oblivion | 
| I may be rephrasing an idiom | 
| Saying the same thing again | 
| Just to make it fit in | 
| But I’m taking you primitive places | 
| You may never visit | 
| And making it… | 
| SSSIIZZLING | 
| Every minute there’s a hero born | 
| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn | 
| Got a premonition and I fear those swarms | 
| Will be here with no warning | 
| Hear those horns | 
| Don’t pour scorn | 
| On those that forewarn | 
| Of snowstorms | 
| Or you could go home forlorn | 
| Every minute there’s a hero born | 
| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn | 
| Trudging through the over growth | 
| The hunt’s a drug I do | 
| I’m floating close to overdose | 
| My toes, my bones, my chromosomes | 
| The moment’s over, focus | 
| Slowly sober, roaming over zones | 
| Showing signs of tribes of old | 
| Like roman roads are | 
| Eroded | 
| A ronin rode a rodeo | 
| Rewrote the rule, we rowed a rowboat | 
| Over rows of rapid river flows | 
| Until it froze | 
| The tiller throws us | 
| And it goes off | 
| 'Til our goal just isn’t close | 
| This isn’t supposed to be | 
| The way the wind it blows | 
| But when it blows, It leaves a breeze | 
| That tends to throw the leaves of trees | 
| To the extent we only see | 
| In fevered dreams | 
| See, believe | 
| These machines | 
| Steel beasts | 
| When we beat them we’ll feast | 
| On meals of real meat again | 
| We’ll meet again | 
| When he’s deceased | 
| Every minute there’s a hero born | 
| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn | 
| Got a premonition and I fear those swarms | 
| Will be here with no warning | 
| Hear those horns | 
| Don’t pour scorn | 
| On those that forewarn | 
| Of snowstorms | 
| Or you could go home forlorn | 
| Every minute there’s a hero born | 
| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn | 
| I’ve | 
| Got something to say | 
| Don’t take it in a sensitive way | 
| There’s no sense in taking offense | 
| I’m saving a friend when I say | 
| Pray | 
| What kind of brave hunter is chased | 
| Running away | 
| To the hub of the cave | 
| Thinking you’re going to be safe | 
| Nah | 
| They’re coming to take | 
| Everything you’re loving away | 
| Whether humble or great | 
| Man, it’ll crumble and fade | 
| Succumbing unto the grave | 
| So come on under whether you’re | 
| Pulling a gun or a blade | 
| Going to make the blood in my veins | 
| Run at a pace that’s unsafe | 
| In an untamed rugged domain | 
| What could it mean | 
| I’m wondering who my mother could be | 
| Was she | 
| The same kind of woman as me | 
| There’s some kind of beast | 
| Drumming a beat | 
| I’m a machine | 
| Like those steel beasts | 
| When we beat them we’ll feast | 
| On meals of real meat again | 
| We’ll meet again when he’s deceased | 
| When he’s been blessed with death | 
| When east is east | 
| And west is west | 
| North is north | 
| And south is south | 
| I’m going in | 
| Out and out | 
| Every minute there’s a hero born | 
| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn | 
| Got a premonition and I fear those swarms | 
| Will be here with no warning | 
| Hear those horns | 
| Don’t pour scorn | 
| On those that forewarn | 
| Of snowstorms | 
| Or you could go home forlorn | 
| Every minute there’s a hero born | 
| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn |