@migu music@

I shot the stage six times

Before you come

On equal silver grey same

The distortion throbs

While mother sobs

But all the children

And all the men

Seem content to be back again

Heat rose from the modules six times

Clench of a fist

Could cause this silvery grey mist...grey mist

The distortion eased

While mother dried

But all the children

And all the men

Seem incontent to be free again

And you entered and you screamed

All six of us stood

And when you answered goodnight

No one understood No one understood

No one understood no one understood

No one understood no one understood

No one understood no one understood

No one understood no one understood

No one understood no one understood

No one understood no one understood