We're killing space and wasting time
And dying hard and spilling beans
We're moving fast on intuition
In the world of stupid things
We are the flyers, no return
And no regrets, and no delay
Into the frenzy, this is crazy
Burning wheels to get away
Time of the moon
In the sky, cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making
The time is wasted
On intuition
We are the flyers
Into the frenzy
We're spelling bids
On stupid things
With no delay
We get away
Time of the moon
In the sky, cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making
No destination is the way
We're talking of accelerate
Get rid of garbage--yes you may
They draw the bridge, but it's too late
We are the final revelation
Shooting through the burning sky
Abandoned cargo hits the ground
On broken wings, we're flying high