Katarraktis Apo Aima

One, two, three, four... Sons and daughters Troubled waters A stench of burned gasoline Silicon and Codeine Flooded highlands in misty haza Mudslides and suicides Earthquakes and gamma rays Devilish acts of God above Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove And in the corner there's a broken man His fingers are on the trigger now And as the smell of dying embers And rusty strings on his bow A sound explodes and fills the room And echoes beyond these walls of doom Until it vanishes up in the air With nothing more to come Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high We must build another tower and make it though the fires We must sail the seven seas now the water abound We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around With noting more to come...