Off The Ground — Disharmonic Orchestra

Here comes the blue A million tears gonna tear apart What never shuts A million spears gonna pierce your heart A thousand cuts A million souls all running scared All driven nuts

Over the moon back to my place Off the ground to the lunar base

If I could have just one more wish It would be a viscious fish]

I'm happy to say The chronic breath of death collides Up to my sleeve No flovers for the man who died You can not leave Throughout the windows of deep sleep Where I achieve

Come inside and join my mind I will show you how to dance Without attractions caused by trips I will put you into trance

I leave you soon You talk too much I'll never stand Your obsessive touch

A clumsy kiss That ends in fears OH how I wish Not to be here

Come to me Close your eyes I lose control And drift away