The horizon has been deafeated By the pirates of the new age Alien casinos Maybe its just time to say Things can go bad And little kids will run away But as they grow older The troubles just seems to stay
There is a phos-florescent secret In the strings between the cans No prints can come from fingers when Machines become our hands And our feet become the wheels And then wheels become the cars And then the rigs begin to drill Until the drillings gone to far
Things can go bad They make you wanna run away But as we grow older the faultline Begins to fade...fade...fade
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There is a phos-florescent secret In the strings between the cans No prints can come from fingers when Machines become our hands And our feet become the wheels And then wheels become the cars And then the rigs begin to drill Until the drillings gone to far
Things can go bad They make you wanna run away But as we grow older the faultline Begins to fade...fade...fade
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