[00:13.81]We sit and watch these lifeless forms stark and petrified
[00:19.67]The high suspense of an empty stage drawing, in clutching to its breast
[00:25.23]With murmured words we sigh and focus on the main facade
[00:30.41]Beyond the hard reluctant windows news from magazines
[00:37.84]We wrote their names on books we'd borrowed as if to bring us closer still
[00:44.63]And threw it all away to focus on the main facade
[00:50.63]Rage in Eden jigsaw sequence, but no one could see the end
[00:55.19]And they were the new gods and they shone on high
[01:24.44]Their heavy perfume on the night sucked them down in red tide
[01:30.94]All is through the looking glass focus on the main facade
[01:36.99]Rage in Eden jigsaw sequence, but no one could see the end
[01:42.55]Disciples of the new way, portraits in the new sand
[02:10.95]See when they run their longest mile holding caps in wet hands
[02:17.31]Eyes upon them try to focus on the main facade
[02:23.30]Rage in Eden jigsaw sequence, but no one could see the end