If you never say goodbye
(P. M. Dawn)

Hands of death (Burn baby burn) Spä¯ Man of steel

Legs of a cat, head of a man,
eyes on the camera, shaking everyone's hand.
Vultures circle and smack their lips,
the sky goes black, as the lightning rips.
Stars are new, born without pity,
as waves of blood, roll over the city.
It's not a rehearsal, or special effects.
It's the end of a story, it's what happens next?

If I say, and I say, It's coming in a second.
If I say, and I say, in the blink of an eye.
And I say, and I say, With a bang and a whimper.
And I say it's OK, if you never say goodbye.

Son of a child, son of a beast,
as it slouchers and slithers, it's way from east.
I dreamt a dream, but what can it mean?
Angels and more, devoured the queen.
All the people danced, and tore at their clothes.
The sky caught fire, and the oceans froze.
It wasn't a fable, it wasn't a hoax.
The servants and the devil, keep making up jokes.

If I say, and I say, It's coming in a second.
If I say, and I say, in the blink of an eye.
And I say, and I say, With a bang and a whimper.
And I say it's OK, if you never say goodbye.

I saw a chapel, lain of God.
The light was so blue, and the air was so cold.
It sounded high, on a microphone,
as the rats kept rhythm, on a chicken bone.
People wept, and swallowed their jewels,
Entered like soldiers, departed as fools.
It isn't a sentence, it's not a reward.
It's a black parachute, with a noose for a cord.

If I say, and I say, It's coming in a second.
If I say, and I say, in the blink of an eye.
And I say, and I say, With a bang and a whimper.
And I say it's OK, if you never say goodbye.
Hands of death (Burn baby burn) Spä¯ Man of steel