Spiraling, falling. A silver machine. From wings of freedom. Silent above. . Eyelids were burning. Summer sun roasting. Tumbling chrome. In the clear blue sky.
Yes, yes I'd launch into the rising sun. My livin' breath is measured. Every step is done fare you well my friends. See you down the line, yea, yea. .
Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all our needs. Chaotic energy that sucks the life from H to H e. All life withers in the sun. I deny what I have done.
Say goodbye to earth's children. On a sleigh ride to the moon. Blue and white in the distance. Not sorry I'm leaving you. . Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes.
I'm vacuum breathing and open-mouthed. As the red shift fills my eyes. Minister, my promises as her shadow cuts the day away. I remember you as you walked into that room.
Hey, you wait, cringin' in the dark. (Hey). You create, what you always fear. A puppet of hatred, dishin' out poison. You use, me for bait, your beggin' bowl of lies.
I've got myself a widget. A gizmo with wires and Martian intent, yeah. Strange face of beauty. That's my machine. . It blinks and stares right at me. Sees nothin' but in its wires.
I see the scars of action. Writhing round your face. Too much inactivity. And home's a lonely place. . Throw away your beauty. 'Cos you know that it won't last.
These are the pictures these are the feelin's from the frontline. Living in silence feeling the deafness like heavy smoke. Smiling with strangers counting the days like a spring coiled up inside.
I will not accept the truth. I will not accept the truth. I will not accept the truth. That I'll never get there. Never get there, yeah, yeah. . I must not push forward, no.
What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God, tonight. Joined at the hip to a million volt switch of the light, alright. You want to find out, what the planet's about.
Well, you bred me. Well, you fed me. Well, you made me. What I am. Somethin' for nothin'. Good for nothin'. Well. . It's a dreamstate, a dreamstate. To kill me with kindness, you'll just have to wait.
A silent river flowin' black. Strange attractors, no turnin' back. Present danger I recall. That pins my senses to the wall. . Back from the edge. (Back from the edge).