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 beans 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
