"Time Of The Moon"

We're killing space and
Wasting time and
Dying hard and spilling beans
We're moving fast
On intuition in the
World of stupid things
We are the flyers
No return and no regrets and no delay
Into the frenzy
This is crazy burning
Wheels to get away

Time of the moon
In the sky cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making

The time is wasted
On intuition
We are the flyers
Into the frenzy
We're spilling bids
On stupid things
With no delay
We get away

Time of the moon
In the sky cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making

No destination is the way
We're talking of accelerate
Get rid of garbage
Yes you may
They draw the bridge
But it's too late
We are the final revelation
Shooting through the burning sky
Abandoned cargo hits the ground on broken wings
We are flying high