The sound of god is the screech of tires Lights and magnets, bolts and wires Strayed from the road, this very one | | Still to come The sound of tires is the sound of god The electric version The power and blood will pulse through your song |
Just as long as it sounds lost Streaming out of the magnets | | Strung together like christmas lights Twelve whole seconds of history might Lead you from where you went off the track Welcome back |
Our electric version calls You alone create the full Spectrum of light So what could go wrong? | | Just as long as it sounds lost Streaming out of the magnets |
The card you're dealt by the crowd goes wild Make believe you are an only child Here are the clothes Please put them on | | Still to come A new parade of faith and sparks The electric version harks Back to the day when there was no wrong |
Just as long as it sounds lost Streaming out of the magnets |
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