Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue the sane man skirts under the wind but down here in the city of the lime lights the fans of
Right now Well it's finally time to face my fears Gunna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequences clear There's
Is this burned A light on the stake Totured and dunked In maimless grace Centuries wane Authority died Scattering seeds of legion lies Sinister rouge
We strike first and we're unrehearsed here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth come on, get your money's worth don't wanna
The quickening is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in a jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise
Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I failed to stray Cause I had nothing
Oh yeah! A study of history reveals an unflagging appeal to mystery You talk about abstraction at the top of the list But you might as well get pissed