We're killing space and wasting time and dying hard and spilling beans
We're moving fast on intuition in the world of stupid things
We are the flyers no return and no regrets and no delay

Into the frenzy this is crazy burning wheels to get away

Time of the moon

In the sky cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making


The time is wasted
On intuition

We are the flyers
Into the frenzy
We're spilling bird

On stupid things
With no delay
We get away


Time of the moon
In the sky cloud is breaking

Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making


No destination is the way we're talking of accelerate
Get rid of garbage yes you may the draw the bridge but it's too late
We are the final revelation shooting through the burning sky

Abandoned cargo hits the ground on broken wings we are flying high