Ruin thrones are what he saw
Observing them in their home
They seem to him like prisoners of the metropolis
Enchanted by the extreme images on the screen
He think people are chained and frozen by magic
He's a stranger and he wanders around
But he is not lost
He can't return to his age
But fantasy it's his last escape
From this urban hate spreading
His hidden place where he
Retrieves lyrics and melodies to entertain you all
Punished by the raging envy,
His gift stolen from his hands
Forced to survive in an hostile
Land among walking dead scaring him
He runs away they're everywhere he cries alone
He hides himself
He's got no home
He's got no hope
He's got his songs
He's got no home
(He's got his songs)
To protect him
From this modern disease known as frenzy
He can't return to his age
But fantasy it's his last escape
From this urban hate spreading
His hidden place where he
Retrieves lyrics and melodies to entertain you all
Inertia
Is crawling
Is crawling
He can't return to his age
But fantasy it's his last escape
From this urban hate spreading
His hidden place where he
Retrieves lyrics and melodies to entertain you all
Oh, you all!