strange Discoveries Over this path The pilots and their machines Running, always rush in to the end Bruises that will never heal over your skin You're carring the scars of an old man waiting you had the world in your hands Now that the dawn has gone once for all they say you will be the next to fall Strangers Disheartened faces smothering, bleeding The pilots and their machines Always, running My mind can't walk this fast One more step ahead Through the silence And i will find you there Now that the dawn has gone once for all you should hear them all screaming they say you will be the next to fall