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