Burry your fears, nothing is real Listen to the voice, comes from beyond Fear is the enemy, remember you are Nothing to learn, there is nothing to
All religion based on fear The bible is not true No fear at all, no sin The illusion do not need Every moment is the last To be dead for next time
We are suns nation And we do creation Of perfect temptation By sound is the mission Thrugh the darkness of future past A chant between two worlds
10:03 on a fast train A trick of light crossing my eye A skyward plane calling out your name Calling out your name Like the last of those fires, we shall
10:03 on a fast train a trick of light crossing my eye, a skyward plane calling out your name... calling out your name... like the last of those fires
