Suspendeda race against time a race through the streets
the light lingers still the city is on its feet tonight
a burning house at the end of the street broken glass under bloody and sore feet
there is a dark cloud on the horizon you started the fire so long ago to late to put it out now
you´re suspended high up between the ground and the sky
ground level distant directing the multitudes in an instant
from above everything seems so simple like lines on a map that direct your actions the fleeing souls running scared down below
blessed are those who can live through this time blessed are those who can open the doors without a key
we steal through the night in a stolen car this time we going to make it the other side to the other shore...
a spiral of dreams rise millions of stars touching the ground millions of dreams born in the dark searching for light
we could surrender waving the white flag but we slip under the light won´t leave without a fight
streets on fire, still everything kept underground is now coming overground…
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