Let’s blow up the world
Who says hell isn’t up instead of down
I’ve been wondering and wandering
Good night bombardier you’re fading fast
Chorus:
I don’t wanna live in the past
In slow motion a mixed and splattered bag
Don’t listen to their synthetic sympathies
The neutron driver of their new blood generation
Memory chopping block
Hidden chambers lost and found
There are no miracles to receive
Just idols in their golden casks