Pantomime

Burning bright in the industries of night

Between the stars like a wanderer, across the sea of suns

I reached out for the radiant shadow of a figure with horns

Drawn like a moth to flame, and into the lion's den

Space cities of wonders, at an evolutionary dead-end

Pale electric shadows, locked together in common self-hatred

All it takes is an idea, a single word can change the world

I tried as hard as I could to make you understand

There`s no difference between up or down out here

Xenophobia

Five fingers are no longer enough

Xenophobia

We lost control a long time ago

The Judas halo, The betrayer spirit

The human ambition in all its disfigured glory

Liars of light, masters of night

We all get what we deserve in the end

Xenophobia

Five fingers are no longer enough

Xenophobia

We lost control a long time ago