| Walking down an alley | |
| Deep in blue neon | |
| A dead end for today | |
| Under skyways worn | |
| Concrete from far below | |
| Rising up above | |
| Surrounded by shadows | |
| Garden without | |
| GodsAll are strangers alike | |
| All riding the blind | |
| The purple of blind, the purple of their eyes | |
| In reverie unwind | |
| Circling sub-city | |
| A rainbow appears | |
| To calm down the fury | |
| To calm all the fears | |
| This random occurance | |
| Is only a sign | |
| Of the incoherence | |
| In the clockwork mind | |
| A symphony of our time | |
| Recalling the past | |
| People in a decline | |
| Denying the vibrations we're made of | |
| Somber drama rolling down hill | |
| Panorama, all is so still | |
| Anyway, anyhow | |
| Anyhow, anyway | |
| End of all reason | |
| Is what I go through | |
| Yes, it is what | |
| I go through | |
| Slip-sliding nation | |
| Is what they must do | |
| Yes, it is what they must do | |
| Over the greying landscape | |
| Under a deadened sky | |
| Sitting on a mountain | |
| I will stand aside | |
| As I am a witness | |
| I turn a blind eye | |
| I am feeling helpless | |
| But it passes by | |
| Is this a modern legend? | |
| Maybe a fairy tale | |
| Just a future requiem | |
| Cutting along the fiction that we're made of |