Outcry

I can remember when

In the unity of our five-day sessions

Not even once did we hear the siren song

What kind of imagination

Asleep in some lyrical coma

Who's vain futile memory

Could have been so wrong?

You can make a fortune in lies

You can keep a giant alive

You can ride the red

Until everybody smiles

A trifling euphoria was such an untimely religion

Maybe your life can explain the reason for my indecision

Here is a poor man

The heart of this monster creation

He said we both will be heroes

And I was led into temptation

You can make a fortune in lies

You can keep a giant alive

You can ride the red

Until everybody smiles

Can you show me your gold and your silver?

A hero in frozen water

Now you've made a fortune in lies

And you kept a giant alive

You rode the red

You rode the red