Dead radar flowers beneath the skies Those suffering ghosts of dying life They wait for saviours from above Their land's wasted and cursed The viral transmission is lost Broken thoughts in broken minds They are damaged paralysed With the coins on the eyes They are searching for the paradise They've burned the air they hear the voice That comes from strangers through the noise Intoxicated by blind faith They're trying to keep the weak signal up And follow the digital wraith Broken thoughts in broken minds They are damaged paralysed With the coins on the eyes They are searching for the paradise Finding nothing anywhere They are screaming in despair Left and lost in burning skies They are damaged paralysed