"Binaural"

Bin-aural peace bilateral sense
There is a drunk man trying to cross the fence.
Time is running out desert eagles flying towards the end
And there he was getting confused with the tense.

The temple gods were getting stoned
Now a days nobody answers no more.
But the smile that made the night astray
Casted away, the empty sky turning gray
Olympus seemed so far away.

Where faith stumbles and zombies drool

Shipwreck in this carnival of fools.

A faceless man in an empty room
Even though the prodigal sun is in bloom
The performance should end soon.

Shoot the eagle
It might not take you somewhere special
But it will take you somewhere new.
Take love away, the dream is too cruel
Don't want to close these 50 ton eyes
But the tune is so nice, enough for another selfish sacrifice.

Shoot the eagle as it flies
And watch it turn into a phoenix from the ashes as it rise.
The faceless man with the 50 ton eyes
Howls in anger as the drunk man cries.

As the grey sky turns into red
The zombies sleep tired from all the bloodshed.
The stoned Gods from the temple have all fled.
And it is then that the fools in the carnival of death
Seek the bin-aural peace with a bilateral sense.