Firecry: Circus of Our Times: Route No. 7


Past
Is gone
So dark
And sly

Good times
Allright!
Keep passing by

Why don't you take my hand
I'll lead you out of lies
Take route number seven to infinity
Open your eyes
And see the world you never saw
Free of deception
Healed of insanity

Lets rock
And roll
Chill out
Be cool

Like gents
We'll bow
Turn our backs
And go....
Come on!

Bood turns to wine
Flesh into bread
Please have a meal
Let's celebrate

Dreams
You will see
While sandman's still here...