Man is declining, man is dying out. Generation of despair. Man has no future, man is crying out. Echoes in the empty air. . Mother Nature's striking back.
Dan: lies- fictitious dreams - false illusions. Russel: living life with nothing to gain. Dan: eyes - synthetic tears - hollow visions. Russel: moments lost, like tears in the rain.
[Russell:]. What heathen place is this that I've arrived in. Is now the time I pay for all my sins. I can't believe that this is God's creation. This realm was fashioned by the Deil's ane hand.
[Damian:]. A dark sphere surrounds us. . [Floor:]. Surreal...oblivious.... . [Damian:]. In the centre of the galaxy. A hidden force has found us. . [Floor:].
We're on our way to a prison in space. Our last flight, the final phase. I was betrayed and now I've been caught. As the brains of a massive fraud. . I can't remember, am I insane?.
[Earthman:]. This is the end of bloodshed and wars. We finally found peace. Side by side we explore the stars. Then we came to know that we are not alone.
Stay these days and you will find. All the hurting here will die. Be better when you're mine. And we'll stay. . In the basket and the blue of your eyes.
Sorry, I broke your heart. Left you with no stand. Don't you know I wish. I could take back the time?. 17, I was 17. . Sorry about our plans. Left you with no band.
I live with the old swing and trumpets. And fly through my country and play it. And those who have calling, they have it. . And everyone needs a light.
Oh youth, is wasted on the young. Ive been hearing this lately rolling off my tongue. So, my ground is in the past, so listen up closely: This could be my last..
And if you mean it a lot. Talking just to waste my day. I drive a lot, I drive a lot. . Think of things I'd be. With time to kill and just had lots of money.
When you're out on the street, he's a face in the crowd. He's a voice in the back, and he's never very loud. In a tribal mask, or a business suit. He'll stab your back and steal your loot.
Here, where the air's too thick to breathe. I'll hit the road now, and take my leave. No-one will care, I'll slip away. Into the sun. Where the clouds all meet the sky.
Well, I've been doodling on this notepad. And I been taking telephone calls. I can tell this job's at the end of the line. And I'm ready for the fall.
Can I wait when your mighty arms are all that's holding me?. Can I wait when everything is crashing down on me?. When life is too much to bear will I stay there?.
We must be crazy. To fight for so long. But somehow in the darkness. We still keep trying to hold on. . If we can make it through till the morning. There's no chance our love will break us down without a warning.
Baby meet me in the park. Don't tell your daddy where. you're goin'. Your papa no no he don't like me. He thinks I 'm like the wind. blowin'. I 'm a young and restless runner.
Don't know what you've been lookin' for. But behind that look there's an open door. Your eyes say yes, but you won't let me in. Now I don't care what's right or wrong.
Artist: N.R.G.. Writers: Ernest Petrangelo, Robin Ward, Steven Serpa. Producers: Ernie Burns. Engineer: Phil Greene. Iron birds of fortune. Adrift above the skies.
I'll be there. I'll be there. With my little pick and shovel. I'll be there. . I'll be there. I'll be there. With my little pick and shovel. I'll be there.