Is there an ideal, ideal, ideal on Earth?
A breath of oxygen in a sleep tube
Derived from ethanol to take off from the ground
Stifle the present by quieting it
And defy the index, the apocalypse pitons
A breath of oxygen in a sleep tube
Derived from ethanol to take off from the ground
Stifle the present by quieting it
And defy the index, the apocalypse pitons
Several millions of faithful
Will have a rendezvous on all its flowery bridge
Is there an ideal, ideal, ideal on Earth?
Feel the threat rising
And the surface moving away, a reminder of the throne
Is there an ideal, ideal, ideal on Earth?
A breath of oxygen in a sleep tube
Derived from ethanol to take off from the ground
Stifle the present by quieting it
And defy the index, the apocalypse pitons
A breath of oxygen in a sleep tube
Derived from ethanol to take off from the ground
Stifle the present by quieting it
And defy the index, the apocalypse pitons
Oxygen
Oxygen
The apocalypse pitons
Oxygen
A breath of oxygen in a sleep tube
Derived from ethanol to take off from the ground
Stifle the present by quieting it
And defy the index, the apocalypse pitons
A breath of oxygen in a sleep tube
Derived from ethanol to take off from the ground
Stifle the present by quieting it
And defy the index, the apocalypse pitons
Oxygen