The Dark Stage

We have a lot to do
Fliying over the sea
Far away
Streetlights
The dark stage
the new age
forgettin that im lost
Its like a hurricane
and that could be insane
the bass, the rhythms
women conquered by the gods
hear the chards and
i must go so far away
and you must be quiet
waiting for him
Now everybody wants to be the focus
they want the glory
the great mistake is there’s
nothing around
nothing about the end