Area 51

You and I have the same dream Caught in the hills where the tunnel screams Watching the sky come apart at the seams And the lights of the landing machines And it's hot like infra-red Cutting it's way to the burning bed Then that blurring, swirling heat Starts to lift me off my feat Situation's out of hand Ain't no way turning back We've been suspended in our past Breaking planes of the parallel Under the power of another's spell Into the crevice of oblivion Your hands are tied but your mind can run I can't hear myself cry out loud Without touching me they hold me down Situation's out of hand Walking on wind in the Book of Truth They've been with with us since the age of doom We are the danger, we are the ones We are the damage, we are the guns We are the map of the eternal route Station 9 on the last hold-out We are the children of the damned If we don't start to make a stand Situation's out of hand