i can remember when,
in the unity of our five-day sessions
not even once did we hear the siren song
what kind of imagination
asleep in some lyrical coma
who's vain futile memory
could have been so wrong?
you can make a fortune in lies
you can keep a giant alive
you can ride the red
until everybody smiles
a trifling euphoria
was such an untimely religion
maybe your life can explain
the reason for my indecision
here is a poor man
the heart of this monster creation
he said we both will be heroes
and i was led into temptation
you can make a fortune in lies
you can keep a giant alive
you can ride the red
until everybody smiles
can you show me your gold
and your silver?
a hero in frozen water
