I see you standing at the edge of science Praying to misguided gods We are the good people you've sworn But hey, are you really sure about?
Apart from that there was a wonderful place Destructed by years when life burned a maze Into the wild romantic shores we've created Where fairies of gold and some more darlings waited
Now there's just paper to heal the sun A fight against the bleeding road That covers life with moments of rust Terror is not what comes from the gun
A place for paper diamonds Is it too much asking for? A grave for all the tyrants Running against our fragile core
