Area 51 — текст песни (Dead Moon)

You and I have the same dream

Caught in the hills where the tunnel screams

Watching the sky come apart at the seams

And the lights of the landing machines

And its hot like infra-red

Cutting its way to the burning bed

Then that blurring, swirling heat

Starts to lift me off my feat

Situations out of hand



Aint no way turning back

Weve been suspended in our past

Breaking planes of the parallel

Under the power of anothers spell

Into the crevice of oblivion

Your hands are tied but your mind can run

I cant hear myself cry out loud

Without touching me they hold me down

Situations out of hand



Walking on wind in the book of truth

Theyve been with with us since the age of doom

We are the danger, we are the ones

We are the damage, we are the guns

We are the map of the eternal route

Station 9 on the last hold-out

We are the children of the damned

If we dont start to make a stand

Situations out of hand