Из альбома: Myths of the Near Future
Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisoned rivers minds and hearts
Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged, water damaged
Gold is selling now but hurry mighty ocean rising fast
A big man with a Plan has got a storm a coming
Monster coming
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on your own
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on the throne
With Fragments of Fiction!
Yer dead man half alive who hangs from helping numbers 1,2,5
His ears pricked with their knife hears that the east are coming, west are coming
From Gravity's Rainbow the axis here is still unknown
The children's faces glow
The wasteland guides them wasteland guides them
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on your own
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on the throne
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on the throne
With Fragments of Fiction!