White Fire

Drive faster my friend, drive faster
It won’t make the world look any harder
It doesn’t matter if they don’t believe us
They don’t see that we’re clueless

Look closer my friends, it gets taller
If we find the truth, we’ll get smaller
We’re the cherries, we’re the snakes
We lost the trace of mental sanity

And while they ignore us
The world turns back to stardust
Before the white fire gets us
We’ll close the front doors

Think precisely, tell me what you see
We throw our schemes to the extremes
Losers here, winners on Venus
What we get will never be enough


We’re the fathers
We’re the children
We built our home on red earth
Look at ourselves
We’re too sensitive
We’re yearning for a meta-world
Something else
Behind the trees
Something else
Beneath this life

Above existence we’ll fly higher
We’re friends of blood, ghosts of fire