Testo 3 Cold Men - 3 Cold Men, Celluloide

3 Cold Men

Their mind in the clouds
Their eyes scrutating the skies
Their goal was found
They did create their sound
With a Metamatic feeling
Hear the Seagulls roaring
Through the global distance
Their oldies music machines
Became a trance
First one was blind
Second one was dumb
Third one was deaf
But they were One
Travelling high above our heads
Trying to reach their final Grail
First one was blind
Second one was dumb
Third one was deaf
But they made One
Flying above digital lands
So they were called the Three Cold Men
Electronic tears
Wrapped in some synthies (synthetic ?)laments
Devolution Realm
Old rythm patterns
Coming from the depths of their hearts
Led them to dance
Like a rage in Eden
Melt with the blood of their veins
Dazzle Ships came
Through the mirror of Time
Lost in a misty daydream
Future was Past
Refrain (ad lib)