The orbital angels are gliding
Their messages confused
The new age is out from hiding
The holy grail won't be refused
The years have grown to the mountains
They'll have wings before long
The voices of the small are drowned now
By distant sons and their song
All the great schemes and dreams
They're fused into one
Blow my mind or feed my head
I set my sails straight
To the wind from the sun
From ultraviolet to the infrared
I'll race the light
I will now
The black void is filled with white noise
The downpour of the hardest rain
Swam under the dwindling ozone
As the blue whales are dealt cocaine
Between the rising skylines
There's hope for a new dawn
The earth's spin will be reversed soon
The saints will yield to the devil's spawn
The sword of their heaven
Might strike and spoil their fun
Let's hope its on mars instead
I set my sails straight
To the wind from the sun
From ultraviolet to the infrared
I'll race the light
I will now, I'll race the light
I will now
All the great schemes and dreams
They're fused into one
Blow my mind or feed my head
I set my sails straight
To the wind from the sun
From ultraviolet to the infrared
I'll race the light
I will now, I'll race the light
I will now, I'll race the light
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