strange Discoveries
Over this path
The pilots and their machines
Running, always rush in to the end

Bruises that will never heal
over your skin
You're carring the scars of an old man waiting
you had the world in your hands

Now that the dawn has gone once for all
they say you will be
the next to fall

Strangers Disheartened faces
smothering, bleeding
The pilots and their machines
Always, running
My mind can't walk this fast

One more step ahead
Through the silence
And I will find you there

Now that the dawn has gone once for all
you should hear them all screaming
they say you will be
the next to fall