What is this forced sympathy for heartbeats in the universe, distracting masses from our dirt

The planet earth is dying so how more can we wait for a signal sent from far, from deep

I'd like to spare your belief but how could they hear our call: its echo has spinned and trapped our scream



"There are 2 worlds and 2 worlds only

But the plane between them count as 1

From the sides, dim and twice as many...

Mark my words 8 and 8 and 1 will be the magic number, 17"



... at least that's what the lady said

A tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept



Whatever these words may mean... The omen is upon us, the Gipsy read our blood red dusk

Philosophers and prophets have failed to bend our curse - Ashes to Ashes for this world

It doesn't really matter for no one seems to care what happens in the final stage



"There are 2 worlds and 2 worlds only

But the plane between them count as 1

From the sides, dim and twice as many...

Mark my words 8 and 8 and 1 will be the magic number, 17"



...at least that's what the lady said

A tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept



The magic number, 17... at least that's what the lady said

A tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept

Seventeen...