Miles of red pass under the tires We paint the junked parts Invisible blood stains from transparent hearts Buckle your seat belt and shut those eyes We race for collision blinded to bright
like never before The Surface World learned of the malaise Black Pope, usurper, he saw through the veil They plan their defense in the land of the wasted
Eleven masters, eleven lights eleven fires burning bright A fall of tears flows the night She takes my hands and closes her eyes Refuse to be the God
Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box No waste of space No force of empty wasted space
, too cold, too dark I paint a pale imitation of happiness With the weak brushes of passing desires I portray the thousand pale signs and the thousand bright years wasted
a ight full with burning stars, burning bright with the fires of the sky I see an unhappiness in your eyes, always in the eyes lies the truth The loneliness
, and years to come Let's sail the cold togheter to your heart, my night And challenge them in these years of brightness Hungering, my love I saw its eyes
pain, it happens all again Struggle to see, night and day or, blackness fills the sky Entrapped within the, blinded by the brightness of your eyes All of the wasting
your face You'll pay with your life And I got my ears And I got my eyes And I got my narks And my alibis I won't waste your time You made one
My eyes can see so close, the invisible walls which force you in conformed paths guiding your mind under a bright sky of painted glass [PRE CHORUS:]
your face You'll pay with your life And I got my ears And I got my eyes And I got my narks And my alibis I won't waste your time You made one false
pain But the pain now lives in you It's time to justify the consciousness Of those who are still breathing in waste See their screaming sighs Hear the blackness bright
i wake the suns not as bright as your eyes i miss you more with every state that we cross say you'll stay and waste another day the pictures that we paint
senses drifted afloat nothingness Foreboding, dawning inside, dragged me in pain towards the Mind?s Abyss? Godlike glassy walls around, beyond, the Waste