Tekster:
Midnight Juggernauts

The planet has a secret They've known this all the while They're drinking all the water It's 45 & Rising. It's 45 & Rising. It's 45 & Rising. It's 45

The city, the hustle The workers, the muscle The martyrs, the monkeys The data, the junkies The wounded, the tortured The fallen, the slaughtered The

So many frequencies, such little bass So many vacancies, such little space So many destinies, such little hope So many enemies, such little rope So many

Stars in the sky, they will guide you back home Float as the night forms a path of its own Follow the lights, they will guide you back home Path to discovery

Is it a war zone? Is it a freak show? Is it a terror dome? Is it a radio? Is it a firewall? Is it a death toll? Is it an atom bomb? Is it a tombstone

I've lived nine lives, I've lived them well I've carved my crash course straight through hell I've broken bones, I've had my spills It fuels my cyclone

So many frequencies, such little bass So many vacancies, such little space So many destinies, such little hope So many enemies, such little rope So many

Hideaway Find a way To hide away Turn the page Or fade away All we need Finally Will come to me Dawn will rise Eventually Oh Sun Shines its light On

Waiting for the moon to rise again Across the darkened sky Stars they will shine again They're shining above you Satellite dreams come raining down Keep