| In the blackest of light |
| You try to sell the sooth, you try to turn me on And undercover at night |
| In times of ill refute they play a distant song |
| When there’s a sudden surprise |
| And they’re not trying to be ruthless, they want to belong |
| Oh, will they ever produce this |
| Malevolent stranger devoid of wrong |
| And still it rolls along |
| Forever facing the sun |
| Let the suicide of music take control |
| Oh, we would hope to remove |
| Of all the dying in twos and the drifting in nines |
| Time to open your eyes |
| And see the fading of truth by the growing of lies |
| So if you ever could choose |
| Between the valley and kingdom your faith shall rise |
| And still it turns the time |
| Bereathed in burning fires |
| A plasmic herald sinks alone and cries |
| «Let bleed the nectars of devotion» |
| Beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises |
| Come cosmic thunder, sip the potion |
| Let the suicide of music take control |
| As the carrier infuses to your soul |
| Bereathed in burning fires |
| A plasmic herald sinks alone and cries |
| «Let bleed the nectars of devotion» |
| Beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises |
| Come cosmic thunder, sip the potion |
| Let the suicide of music take control |
| As the carrier infuses to your soul |