We're killing space and wasting time and dying hard and spilling beans We're moving fast on intuition in the world of stupid things We are the flyers no return and no regrets and no delay Into the frenzy this is crazy burning wheels to get away
Time of the moon In the sky cloud is breaking Voice of the doom for the birds in the making
The time is wasted on intuition We are the flyers into the frenzy We're spilling bids on stupid things With no delay we get away
Time of the moon In the sky cloud is breaking Voice of the doom for the birds in the making
No destination is the way we're talking of accelerate Get rid of garbage, yes you may they draw the bridge but it's too late We are the final revelation shooting through the burning sky Abandoned cargo hits the ground on broken wings we are flying high