Текст песни Last Day Of June

The fire lights play on me,
The choir ignites behind me.
The rising voice of discontent,
Of the guardian angels.
You can bang the drum,
Look what we've become.

I hope there might be one of us,
Who calls the tune,
Last day of June.

The so called third dimension,
It hardly deserves a mention.
The first and second stages,
They've been confused for ages.
Knowledge has been lost,
But how much does it cost?

I hope there might be one of us,
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Last day of June.

Who breaks the news,
Last day of June.

The city draws it's breath in,
I can almost hear it thinking.
There are people within my walls
With this God as order,
Driving there machines,
Swarming like a million bees.

I hope there might be one of us,
Who calls the tune,
Last day of June.

Who speaks the truth,
Last day of June.

Who breaks the news.