they'll never show Hangar 18, Area 51 We're victims of grand illusion Now we're lost in mass confusion Hangar 18, Area 51 Hangar 18 Hangar 18 They
walls For you see the steel is much too strong Computer banks to rule the world Instruments to sight the stars Possibly I've seen to much Hangar 18,
however The question is what were they hiding This is hanger 84/ this is hanger 84 1974 1974 This is hanger 84 1947 This is hanger 84 1947 This is hanger
[Wortmann, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] We are the evil in disguise Maybe all we want is everything You try to stay awake We are living in your mind
[Wortmann, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] It's the year two thousand and ninety Beyond the stars There are so bad creatures living Creatures from the
The time is passing by Your breathing slowly Open your eyes and feel your heart Flying the sky tonight Follow your spirit Open your mind and feel your
Oh god Give me the power To fight with doubt That rounds my mind Tell me what should I do To understand The suffering of the spirit In this imperfect
[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] Inside your home Nobody stands you No work, no school You'll be a homeless soon Get a job I don't need a boss
[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] At night on the streets Looking for some trouble No money, no way Who am I? I don't know Get a job I don't need
[Zukauska, Priester, Martinez, Polchowicz, Mello] Your brain fries When you hear my voice My words are burning Burning inside your heart You don't believe
Rounding the world In the speed of imagination I see roads passing by And I feel a great sensation Be careful Pay attention Look the advice Speed limit
[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] RD 35, Black Widow, the bitch No overhead commands Just engine, no breaks The gas going like beer No junk yard
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[Part I: Sailing The Sea of Sorrow] [Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] Oh Lord, no sign to relief Of this agony inside Such a pain is not fair
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The prophecy has just begun And the time is vanishing The time of the blue of the sky rips It's coming to make the way To the star of the death Absinth
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