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Time of the Moon

We’re killing space and wasting time
And dying hard and spilling beans
We’re moving fast on intuition
In the world of stupid things
We are the flyers, no return and
No regrets and no delay
Into the frenzy, this is crazy
Burning wheels to get away

Time of the moon
In the sky
Cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds
In the making

The time is wasted
On intuition
We are the flyers
Into the frenzy
We’re spilling bids
On stupid things
With no delay
We get away

Time of the moon
In the sky
Cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds
In the making
No destination is the way
We’re talking of accelerate
Get rid of garbage—yes, you may
They draw the bridge, but it’s too late
We are the final revelation
Shooting through the burning sky
Abandoned cargo hits the ground
On broken wings we are flying high