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A love is just a place to hide
From the genocide of endless life
All the boys and girls
Move into the silver screen
The plastic sexuality of sports cars
She looks wide-eyed, terrified
Looking to the tunnel of endless life
And unafraid back to your dreams
Playing baseball in the shadow
Of a tidal wave
Acting in the shadow of an endless rage
Hey, if God's dead, who's that looking in the window?
Falling loveless through the atmosphere
I raise a hand to say
Please have no fear
The ceiling's stained
And the gallows insane
Can I be done?
Hang him up, hang him up
Pointing at me, I ain't afraid
My heart is strong enough
For all dimensions
My heart is strong enough
For all dimensions
All the boys and girls
Are sold into a slavery
So gentle and so subtle
They enjoy the sounds
Of the chains they ride up
If God is dead, who's that looking in the window?
All the boys and girls
Are sold into a slavery
So gentle and so subtle
They enjoy the sounds
Of the chains they ride up
If God is dead, who's that looking in the window?
If God is dead, who's that looking in the window?
If God is dead, who's that looking in the window?
Falling loveless through the atmosphere
I raise my right hand and say
Have no fear
The ceiling's stained
And the gallows insane
Can I be done?
Hang him up, hang him up
Pointing at me, I ain't afraid
My heart is strong enough
For all dimensions
For all dimensions
My heart is strong enough
For all dimensions
For all dimensions