Lyrics
must be prophetic
a raven haired medic
she's got a prism for robotic mayan seals
removing our faceplates
discarding the stargates
I've got a feeling for the Lunar Pax Hazeal
touching you thru tears in your ox cantina
wandering through the ruins of West Korea
you'll never be alone for the shimmering daxophone
scavenging on the bones of a dead hyena
sun on the meadows
fun on the rails
children in the tunnels wait for radio warning squeals
sand in the fields
androids wait for wheels
fascists in the treetops on the outskirts of Rameel
do you recall
fumbling with the buttons of a goat tyjia
caressing naked backs of the droning Xia
you'll never be alone
witht that glistening psycho foam
scavenging on the bones of a dead hyena
wandering through the snows of a new Sahaara
