The streets are covered in chalk The shops are boarded up The bodies are carried back down from the square He begins to wonder If it always was this
they'll never show Hangar 18, Area 51 We're victims of grand illusion Now we're lost in mass confusion Hangar 18, Area 51 Hangar 18 Hangar 18 They
I used to sit alone at night and worry little darling For I thought you meant the world to me But now things have changed and those days are gone forever
walls For you see the steel is much too strong Computer banks to rule the world Instruments to sight the stars Possibly I've seen to much Hangar 18,
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins and gods Once upon a time they stood on the edge of a
I wanna be honest more than I know how I wanna be honest more than I know how So honest I'll surprise myself Surprise me now, surprise me nowt Ooh, I'
" theyve even found some bodies And one of them was alive We can show that to be on the shadow of a doubt The question is however The question is what
When I am gone sing for me no sad songs plant no flowers at my head Feed the green grass that coveres me or a dew drop wet And I hope you'll remember
Well, there was a man who lived in a shed Spent most of his days out of his head For his shed was rotten let in the rain Said it was enough to drive any
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way
[Wortmann, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] We are the evil in disguise Maybe all we want is everything You try to stay awake We are living in your mind
[Wortmann, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] It's the year two thousand and ninety Beyond the stars There are so bad creatures living Creatures from the
The time is passing by Your breathing slowly Open your eyes and feel your heart Flying the sky tonight Follow your spirit Open your mind and feel your
Oh god Give me the power To fight with doubt That rounds my mind Tell me what should I do To understand The suffering of the spirit In this imperfect
[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] Inside your home Nobody stands you No work, no school You'll be a homeless soon Get a job I don't need a boss
[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] At night on the streets Looking for some trouble No money, no way Who am I? I don't know Get a job I don't need
[Zukauska, Priester, Martinez, Polchowicz, Mello] Your brain fries When you hear my voice My words are burning Burning inside your heart You don't believe
Rounding the world In the speed of imagination I see roads passing by And I feel a great sensation Be careful Pay attention Look the advice Speed limit
