A symphony of dying sings returning patrons to their seats dead opera hiss and roar the sky push and pulling satellites everybody's saying grace to tidal
Countdown to takeoff engine roar the night sky and in your favorite chair you are hanging from a thread i'll be your war i'll be your astronaut and
I'm waiting for the dinosaurs to return and ravage the traffic of morning commute and sink in commfort of dispare and i hope it's worth the wait
A steady hand at dooms blank stare with voices calling you back to bed. Delancey Street trembles beneath as you rise to meet the day It's a long night
Around the bed frame hollow cans and rings from coffee cups line the pages on the desk monday spent mourning the sun while taste still lingers from something
What the fuck is going on ? Genetic manipulations - creating new species, what the hell is going on ? Retarded scientists - messing with human genes,
Rain loves the flowers for a drop at a time when they collide petals love the dirt and make them strong when flowers die dirt tries to love everything
left Higher hills do not provide For hearts born of coral and moss Where rain won't flow beyond our stream And water is captive to the well I've known that Age
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couper les vivres alors que j'ai rien vu de la vie Qui veut m'empecher de faire du cash et mettre bien la famille Tu sais se que je pense a mon age on
Hate, lust, soul, rage You're so full of hate, you're so full of lust You're so full of soul, you're so full of rage Spirit of the age Here comes the
Mighty Lords of a holy land Masters of an own true world Got the conquest over souls Thousands of them forced to follow the king They really had
Once in a year, it was far beyond our time Armies of warriors searched for a land Legends tell about an old man praying So many souls painful had
world I'm on my own and I don't need that world at all Runnin' from an angry crowd No escape from your kind Ice age, the wind is chilly And the sun is
Looking back now my reflection seems so lost Have been this foolish as i always thought? I should have realized and pushed myself to see, the truth,
A cold world is one where you think hope's alive. Where "friends" aren't really "friends", where love CAN'T survive. A cold world is one where life takes
I'm falling deep in Sphere beyond In bloodred Nights I make my Way I am fading away from this Life Alone I'm standing, God has lied to me My Soul is
Avoiding murder and its pitfalls Into the space age on a comedown Been evolving into some other creature Inside the birdcage - not got much flying done