Alive Dog cries while the sun dies wicker basket in a field. Old records in a pile, hardly worth a meal. Mmm, picking daisies, as yellow as the sun. Colours now fading, until the sun is gone. Spoke to the pope in a dream, or was it Elvis in a robe, or did it just seem to be Corus: Tired and dizzy, i couldn’t raise my eyes. Snow blind, paisley, colours in my mind. Sick of guns and violence, I'm sick of you and I I'm sick of common decadence, but i love to be alive Baby cries while the sun dies wicker basket in a field. Old record plays on, and on and on... (Corus repeat)

Circus Slipping back into the crowd, the music plays on so loud. Distant now just like a dream, so many lights around the scene. Corus: Can I go? Carousel spins like hell. Man on stilts, standing tall. Paradise lights my eyes, the day the circus came to town. Pushing out through the crowd, sirens scream on so loud. Slipping back into the dream, so many lights around the scene Can I go back?.. (Corus repeat)

Coming home I'm coming home, I'm coming home. Been gone, I've been working like a slave. Been gone, I've been sleeping in a cage. Been gone, oh, how the years have grown. Been gone, I've been passing time alone. I'm coming home, I'm coming home. Been gone, missing all the things I craved. Been gone, Loosing all the things I saved. Been gone, Bruises, scars that never fade. Been gone, all the depts I havn`t paid. I'm coming home... Been gone, oh, how the world has grown. Been gone, can't help I'm feeling so alone. I'm coming home.

Crash Airplane growls coming in, smoke still rising, growing thin. Nickels and dimes, and soon the money goes. Engine wines, traffic moving slow... Corus: Crash...crash...like a plane going down. Crash...crash...like a plane going down Airplane growls coming in, smoke still rising, growing thin. It seems so funny sometimes, how it never works out... (Corus repeat)

Run There's more to life than flesh and bone, for all we lack and all we've shown. You can't go back, open pourch, lights a path, through the door. Corus: Take your walking shoes and run. Take your walking shoes and run, 'cause time never waits for anyone. Not a list, I can right, for all the things, left behind. Scored some change, for a ride, caught a bus, I lost my pride. (Corus repeat) The time...silly how it goes... (Corus repeat)

Instrumental

Hope Throw me a rope, so i can climb from this hole, where I'm alone, and i hope, I can find my way home.....oooooooouuuuuuuoooooooouuuuuuuu. Throw me a rope, so I can tie down this stone, it's dragging me down, down in this hole, making it so...damn hard to kope...throw me a rope, throw me a rope.

Close the book (Cages) Hey now where'd I loose myself? I got a picture book here on the shelf. I look here now and then; it's a book of mice and ordinary men. Was it a page torn from the start? Was it a glimmer of a spark? Was it an empty canvas in the back seat of a car? Is it the story here so far?... Like a rat lost in a maze, or a bird trapped in a cage. Close the book, can't turn the page, like digging a hole inside a cave. In a tomb it's hard to gauge, like growing old inside a cage. Cut your strings and leave the stage, can't spread your wings beneath a wave. Close the book, can't turn the page, like digging a hole inside a cave...

In heaven as it is on earth A push with out a care there, hope with out a prayer there. A house with out a stair there, a hole beyond repair there. Corus: Our wisdom. Our fountain. Our garden. Our mountain. Our yellow sun. Our kingdom come. Our will be done. Our yellow sun. Our kingdom come. Ours will be done. Working like a slave there, and no ones getting paid there. Crushed beneath a wave there, there's no one left to save there. Swallowed by a wale, now your doing time. A ship that set sail, was your only crime. (Corus repeat) Yaa-Yaa-I believe in you-never leaving you-I believe i do? There’s something in the air, and now we're choosing sides. There’s something in the air, and now we're choosing sides. There’s Bullets in the air, and nowhere left to hide. There’s something in the air... Need another prayer there, no one left to care...

Interlude two HmmmmHmmmmHmmmm (Repeat)

Evolution Genetic manipulation, through viral inhalation where do we go from here? Reconstruct our nation. The science born community, boasts with all sincerity with modern ingenuity, they’ll extend our life expectancy. God born race, inherits earth. Into space, evolved from dirt. But far from clay, we are today. Fetal incubation, gene splices incarnations Standard copulation’s genetic masturbation. A fascist run hypocrisy, shelves two more anomalies And reinvents morality, to cope with new realities. Evolution's on its way. Progress always wins the day.. And kids will play...kids will play...plaa-a-a-ayyy... Shed my skin, raise my soul. Shed my skin, raise my soul. Some day soon, the fountain of youth will revial its secret pact with age. Some were out there, there's a garden with your name tattooed upon its DNA Genetic manipulation, to civilize the nation A bio-formed invasion, of immortal life creations. Nano installations, to cope with new mutations Weed out all Impurities, and mental instabilities Increase the minds capacity, a child born a prodigy. mmThey're building body farms, got cattle now with human arms Count all my advantages, with all my new appendages. Count me in, I don't wanna grow old! Where do I begin, I don't wanna grow old! Count me in, I don't wanna grow old! Where do I begin, I don't wanna grow old! Shed my skin, save my soul. Shed my skin, save my soul. Some were out there, there's a garden with your name tattooed upon its DNA... We need a re-evaluation, for our future destinations, convert the population, into an alien nation, elitist organizations, report there observations, of random manifestations, of bio-formed mutations, with human curiosity, we live out our own prophecies, humans are a rarity, amongst these new atrocities, or is it evolution? is this our new conclusion? no such thing as gene pollution? Sounds like a good solution, study new philosophies, inherit new mythologies, Science incantations, all things in moderation...an alien migration..hmmm Shed my skin, I don't wanna grow old. Where do I begin? I don't wanna grow old. A new kind of individuality, in a catered new reality, be any one you wanna be, or anything you otta be, seeing with new clarity, with bio-formed optomotry, Finding new serenity in altered physiology, biological machinery, the coffee maker looks at me, somehow I don't think, this is the way its supposed to be... mmmmm Tired and dizzy, i couldn’t raise my eyes. Snow blind, paisley, colours in my mind. Sick of guns and violence, I'm sick of you and I I'm sick of common decadence, but i love to be alive I love to feel alive...