Pantomime

Burning bright in the industries of night
Between the stars like a wanderer, across the sea of suns
I reached out for the radiant shadow of a figure with horns
Drawn like a moth to flame, and into the lions den
Space cities of wonders, at an evolutionary dead-end
Pale electric shadows, locked together in common self-hatred
All it takes is an idea, a single word can change the world
I tried as hard as I could to make you understand
There’s no difference between up or down out here
Xenophobia… Five fingers are no longer enough
Xenophobia… We lost control along time ago
The Judas halo — The betrayer spirit
The human ambition in all its disfigured glory
Liars of Light — Masters of Night
We all get what we deserve in the end
Xenophobia… Five fingers are no longer enough
Xenophobia… We lost control along time ago