this is a national anthem

from the flip-side of the empire

hand on my heart,

heart on the sleeve of the constitution

sinking right into a mirror,

leaving reflections on its surface

caught in a kind of radio-beacon

that's sending out signals

transmitting them backwards

hey, tell me it's true,

is this the other side of u.

worlds gonna change

with a move in your face,

do i still walk on the same structure?

hey, what do we know,

re(a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows?

nothing is real,

even iron or steel

melting gently in the cold structure

watching your face thru' a peephole

as i lean against the door

can't understand what you say but i think that you're calling my name

leaving the ones i loved is like leaving the one they want me to be

making decisions

in real-time-precision

as millions of sailors

in parallelworlds

hey, tell me it's true,

is this the other side of u.

worlds gonna change

with a move in your face,

do i still walk on the samestructure?

hey, what do we know,

re(a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows?

nothing is real,

even iron or steel

melting gently in the cold structure

everybody walks this side of the run-way

everybody hopes to get off the trap

all we really like is to groove with emotion

waiting for the airline to lift us up...