Cold it's my choice
Wisdom the voice
Of bridges
A blanket of seeds
An hour of wind in silence
Higher ranks
The war postponed
Pesticides who kills
Knows the will of confusion
As shadows melt in the high temples
As throats are fed
By the luck of trappers
Knowing the halfway point
To the new millennium
Commanding wheels
Return the vision
It's the final decision
And it's halfway to the final millennium
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
