(Composição: David Thomas e Peter Laughner) Flew off early in the haze of dawn In a metal dragon locked in time, Skimming waves of an underground sea In some kind of a dream world fantasy Sun a hot circle on a canopy, '25 a racing blot on a bright green sea Ahead the dim blur of an alien land, Time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky, Reaching twisted claws on every side No place to run, No place to hide, No turning back on a suicide ride Toy city streets crawling through my sights, Sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal This dream won't ever seem to end, And time seems like it'll never begin 30 seconds, And a one way ride 30 seconds, And no place to hide 30 seconds over tokyo
