Biped Goodbye

Hearsay that the world is dying
When I watched the Deluge Hills I thought that too
It was instinctive vanity facing a hecatomb

How to drop out of this running dark horse?
This imminence, this taste so odd

But is clearly our own time wearing thin

All the lovely little babies,
Suddenly all became wolves in a break

Now we can leave a letter or a song
A drawing in these cyber caves
Or you and me to repel the manual
That makes us all the machinery for a technological hall
As our ancient's heyday,
They're only remains exposed now, anyhow
Shall we just leave a letter or a song?

Perceive it, this realm is crumbling away

When I caught those authorities smashing orphan's toys
My faith was swept away with the alluvium

We became cold as the air masses still to come
Continental polar for our final winter

Dulled by trivia, entranced by a delusive spring

How we love our little babies!
But they deserve the desert world we planned

So we can leave a letter or a song
A drawing in these cyber caves
Or you and me to repel the manual
Decades to a consumated tragedy in our genealogical flow
As our ancient's heyday,
They're only remains exposed
Tell me how

How gonna cost it for your sons?
Under the rage of this sun!

We've climbed hills
We've saw what we have done

We look around, the grey horizon
Under the rage of these bombs

How gonna cost a breath for your sons?

But shielded from plight through the windowpane
Dregs of blame lost in an alley kind of inner maze
As long as increasing misery
Seducing games will swerve us from the real growth
May wave-by or be reborn, now!