The People's Key ringing through arena seats The black machine played it all from memory A fever dream, well, I'll come back eventually To wade into the water, another and another we go Form some kind of code The bodies float And form some kind of code The bodies float Someone is out to know Papa Hobo don't hide your eyes Mother Mountain don't kill your unborn child His day is coming His day is coming A question burns beneath the centuries of dirt That voice you've heard, well, every head is a different world Where mine is concerned, I boarded up the windows A catatonic plateau, a backwards, black-faced minstrel show So just let me go The prisoner moans Oh just let me go The prisoner moans No one has to know Eva Braun went to dye her hair Little Hitler sat in his giant's chair And dreamed of nowhere And dreamed and dreamed and dreamed The People's Key ringing filling everything The theme repeats, thinner than the galaxy Impart to me your wisdom and eventually I'll float into the ether, another from another we grow Form some kind of code Of flesh and bone We form some kind of code Of flesh and bone No, you are not alone History bows and it steps aside In the jungle there are columns of purple light We are starting over We are starting We are starting Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com