Standing here on this burning bridge
Trying to figure out but there’s nothing here
Seem like they got the fear

Cattle grids rattle gold chains, pay it back
Just cancel the chickens
And tell your son, that he should steal the gold


Kings send their knights
Check these soul satellites
Test transmission
Is calling me back home


Too messed up to perform this, cant you see ill only miss you now and memories
They get washed to the seas

Feeding tape through the fabric must tune in
Unless you’re trapped tomorrow
And get out the sun, get out before it gets you back


Kings send their knights
Check these souls satellites
Test transmission
Is calling me back home

And I feel, close enough, taste the change
Feel the rays, its gonna get you again, setting sun is coming back again