Delightful delirium infringement of space
still blinded by the age where the truth is a maze
still digging up the holes in the bottom of the sea
to cool down a planet already in flames
as long as we're eating we are feeding the faith
as long as we are feeding there'll be something to save
from the small stones in the river
to the silent wavering wind
all that is binded by able
take a breather
be cool and go home
everything is cool...
there's a fire in the hole of the poor man's soul
still blinded by the age where the truth is an amazement
still digging up holes in the bottom of the ocean
to cool down a planet already in flames
as long as we're eating we are feeding the faith
as long as we are feeding there'll be something to save
in the tall grass over the mountain
where the cooler lifestyles rule
welcoming back the headlines that everything is fine...
everything is cool...