In the 25th minute into every sunset
children find birth and by twelve differn't zodiac...

Wrapped in a security blanket
interwoven with a social supplement...

Golden rules of our age
some are written in stone...

And i feel like I'm always stoned
when I'm not I'm all alone...

Fleeting excape
On this broken path...

Scatter like roaches on the floor
How can anybody breath...

I'm a little lost, don\'t know where i\'m goin
so ill write it down into a song...

Seep seep spring into me
Leave the winters of nebraska out of my mind...

Rivers run red with the blood of the innocent
So the streets can be painted green with greed...

De vided into pairs
Walking in the lines...

Nature sleeps in pairs of fours
as the new year will open its doors...

Wading deeper in the filth
The still blue turns a different shade...