This   This weary place   Wanted a song and the pow-power guarantees* getting love   Got to pine >   weeping in shadows   sun on his lips   into the large air   into the large air   so godly from the sun they turn >   See the meadow   Feel the free wind   Behind heavy flowers and dark cold colours   Heavy flowers and dark   dark cold   colours   Hear it on the western beach   Thunder   Lightning   We're in school**   Dark grey songs make sara like the sea   With every note of music in his tone   Wading tides   Wise man   King domination   King dominantion   King   King king   King   King king   King   King king   King king   No wiser are we than the man to come   When the gods, the lochs and the sun do rejoice   Soon the flood will make green our human shores   Our human shores   Burn our woods without the gods dethroned   And the empires of the past   Divided in compromise   And worthless soil   Apprehensive watch the energy break ground   The uniforms notions of power   That power knows no bounds, it knows no bounds   That power knows no bounds   'Cause it's corrupt***   It knows no bounds   'Cause it's corrupt***   There's nothing but the masses to deal with   Mass   Mass mass   Mass   Mass mass   Mass   Mass mass   Ugh!   Sitting patiently in there   Fancy fascinations   Fascinations   Passing by on wanted wishes of control and love   It's the love of control that stops the sound   Starts the breath   Governs us in order   Us in order   With no exceptions between statutes of wealth   and statutes obscene   Fears diluted by us now   Fears diluted by us now   We are mixed emotion   Mixed congregation   Mixed emotion   Mixed congregation   Mixed emotion   Mixed congregation   Mixed emotion   Mixed congregation   Mixed emotion   Power (x35)