| Lyrics |
You face the blue and wish the roof would open up
But arches of commerce have made the sky corrupt
Go down
Break the code of death for profit break the guns
Break the silence of money break the greedy unison
Go down
Maybe someday you'll come back to me
Find the mystical connection find the dreams
Under cynical wreckage find the winding conscious stream
Go down
Maybe someday you'll come back to me
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