MITHRA : A Constant Delayed Reaction

(Don't Hide)

Mindless rockets are showing their shape
Cleansing arrows are shot in the eyes of beggars
Sadness is the sleeping inside the missile of an ape
But still stars collide to bring a dim light

To only way to get away X 2

Is to follow the pale snow
That leads to a darkened alley
And at the end you'll find a lonely city
Where houses are asleep
And where pedestrians are whining whispers

If you dare they won't stare
If you care they won't scare

Over there
Monsters are Mountains
Over there
Witches grant wishes
Over there
Vempires are hired
Over there
Leprechauns are nuns
Over There
Leaders are alone and preach for the deafs

If you dare they won't stare
If you care they won't scare

Just let your guilt fly
Like a morning sting X 3