Scornful

Coming up to the headache high, Where the bells let our spirits fly. We won't fall down, We won't fall down. Let us dark, let us crank and steam, Moving further into deep. We won't fall down, We won't fall down. Dust Is everywhere. Clocks tick on the Times Square. Leave out your life, stable and Calm. Let go your ghost, fractured Phantom. Open up your dynamic eyes. There's nothing but the lies in scornful Mouth, A scornful mouth. All the rooftops call for me. All the worlds are awaiting me outside this land, This endless land. Dust Is everywhere. Clocks tick on the Times Square. Leave out your life, stable and Calm. Let go your ghost, fractured Phantom. My mind is a small room In a big, big house of yours, Of yours. Dust Is everywhere. Clocks tick On the Times Square. Leave out your life, stable and Calm. Let go your ghost, fractured Phantom. Leave out your life, stable and Calm. Let go your ghost, fractured Phantom