Tired Angel(s) fall in from the sky
in the truth the secrets lie
the power's exposed
for those who chose
to seek their destiny
Sunken treasures in the seventh seas
freed at last and spread disease
your mind is the gun
it's second to none
don't be the one to be eclipsed from the sun
I really need to know you
I'm not afraid to see
come on and show me
won't you rescue me
Some will live and some will die by the gun
some survive the chosen ones
ancircling their coils
a treasure of fears
the language of the Gods
Idolators summerize it seems
speak of words, in dreams they've seen
they can't understand
it's not a command
their eyes and minds are brured by the sand
I really need to know you
I'm not afraid to see
come on and show me
won't you rescue me