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. (Chorus). 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. (Chorus). 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