Flew off early in the haze of dawn
In a metal dragon locked in time
Skimming waves of an underground sea
In some kind of a dream world fantasy

Sun a hot circle on a canopy
'25 a racing blot on a bright green sea
Ahead the dim blur of an alien land
Time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands

Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky
Reaching twisted claws on every side
No place to run
No place to hide
No turning back on a suicide ride

Toy city streets crawling through my sights
Sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal
This dream won't ever seem to end
And time seems like it'll never begin
Thirty seconds
And a one way ride
Thirty seconds
And no place to hide
Thirty seconds over Tokyo

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Writer(s): LAUGHNER, O'CONNOR, THOMAS