Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves
Blood life streaming, 'cross
This dead city
Longs to be
This dead city
Longs to be free
Seven
In the straw colored light
In light rapidly changing
On a life
In a mansion high the young man stood
Ready to join
The fans were whirlin'
Like the blades of a 'copter
Liftin' into
Holy holy holy holy holy
Holy holy holy holy holy
Holy holy
If you believe
All your hope is gone
Down the drain
Of your
Hello friend, I've come a callin'
Passively stationed, active patrol
Slidin' in