Phantomime

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 lion's 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 a long 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 a long time ago