By Bruce Dickinson, A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors no turning back
Present danger
By Bruce Dickinson, Well, you bred me
Well, you fed me
Well, you made me
By Bruce Dickinson, You knew I wouldn’t go, that’s why you threatened me,
would
By Bruce Dickinson, What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God,
By Bruce Dickinson, I will not accept the truth, I will not accept
By Bruce Dickinson, These are the pictures, these are the feelings from the
By Bruce Dickinson, I see the scars of action all writhing ‘round your
By Bruce Dickinson, I’ve got myself a widget, a gizmo with wires
and martian
By Bruce Dickinson, Hey, you wait, cringing in the dark, you create what
By Bruce Dickinson, I’m vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed,
as the red shift fills my eyes
Minister
By Bruce Dickinson, Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all
By Bruce Dickinson, Yes, yes, I’d launch into the rising sun
My living breath
By Bruce Dickinson, Spiralling, falling – a silver machine, from wings of freedom,
silent
