I'm a thousand people From day to day We are all airborne Without ground control I call my name In the maelstrom I'm not givin' in So don't you give
A billion words ago The sailors disappeared A story for the children To rock them back to sleep A million burning books Like torches in our hands A fabric
Time is like a bullet from behind I run for cover just like you Time is like a liquid in my hands I swim for dry land just like you Time is like a blanket
Like crusades across the infinite, night swallowed light Cursed were the minions rebellion, An image of the serpents creation Reveal and enter the passage
The satellites are out tonight With grace Tracks of motion Heat on cold Fast on slow Consumer Hello The satellites are out tonight Like dancers Locked
life consuming peace celebrate each day of the blind god who feels everything spotless filter of background noise glide from dream to dream on a quest
so I reach inside the raging galaxy and grab some small glittering oddity such a creation - so crippled and deranged a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic
We find our songs in fashion magazines We read the story in the morning paper I touch their hearts and they touch my skin I'm on your screen and you are
we demand a change of seasons aurora painted black elemental subtraction the presence lost it's time for those yet to witness for those yet to see breathe
black stone opens to the mind this weak body far behind now closing in, hungry to begin an ancient door to hidden light for coming times to discover I
I consume the wind that makes you cold and drink the blood of the bleeding souls to check your fear and hide the noise of the howling wolves that steals
we wish so hard to be seen and pray at night to be heard and yet we have nothing to show but false words and broken dreams I'm the figurehead on the ship
Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out Marble stained with rust faded
I drank a goblet of fire... I cut out the prophets tongue... but still, the sun refuse refused to move. I tore a hole in the web of sanity... the very
Druben Hinterm Dorfe Steht Ein Leiermann, Und Mit Starren Fingern Dreht Er, Was Er Kann. Barfuss Auf Dem Eise Wankt Er Hin Und Her, Und Sein Kleiner Teller
no heaven will embrace you no harbour keeps you safe your comrades will desert you no tower reaches heaven no fortress stands to last your desires makes