Standing here on this burning bridge
Trying to figure out but thereÂs 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 youÂre 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
