Tomorrowland iii

Once upon a time under the vampire's eye
We were all bled dry, nothing was left
But a faded hologram of New Tomorrowland
In an old museum somewhere out west

There's a figure eight beneath the silver lake
You can't escape, no one does
No amount of rain could ever wash away
Break the watergates until it floods

And there's nothing coming after, just a river rushing faster
Can you imagine all the distance we'll be thrown
There are Futures long forgotten
And there is blood in the soil of a garden
Where nothing dies it all just grows and grows

Like the Saint Apostle John, I could be the Hand of God
I once was blind but now I only see
Under these helicopter lights having white boy fantasies of aerial strikes
Give me time, I can make the world so clean
I can make it all so clean



Credits
Writer(s): Sola Bruno
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