Inside Blasts کے بول

Looping scenes over geometry Midnight window To foggy entrance Small clutch on planes Wire, wood or spacing Grains and sauces Come from another city Entirelyy different from the present time From the present time let's go To different worlds than you thought possible New tastes, wire, wood or planes Looping, looping, looping, looping You, thought you'd never live (to find) All the thing inside, what about truth? It's something you don't often find Well, don't forget the sky Fools, if you're waiting on some paradise Don't forget your lives Because, we observe the myth tonight Who wants to rise above these buildings? Who wants to rise above their chemistry? Tonight? climb a tree and follow the stars