I am ready for the bang to amaze my earth And make a salad of its tiny parts Then I would be able to rebuild my defective structure Smash all those crumbling pillars And dissolve them Then I would be able to produce a magnetic culture
Turn your head up Turn your head up to the smiling sky
Strip the atmosphere with your charm Release the safety catch Static tension in a need of a blast Reborn affair will hatch
It's so wonderful to see the particles on fire Soon the ash will be my instruments of hope I will absorb it all
The view's vapidity is clear from this vantage point On the ancient tower I'm standing on So I am waiting for the meteors to fall and wash it I am ready for the tremor to brace my bones And make them lethal like a poisoned dart Then I would be able to achieve an essential rapture
Send the apocalypse signal
Strip the atmosphere with your charm Release the safety catch