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Stellar Gate DriveI believe the time is right to leave this holy place behind.Ditch the regrets, swallow bitterness, ain’t no room for junk or jive. Brothers in the back seat, Lord what’s ahead of me? One-way ticket to ride. The blood’s pumping up my throat, leave it alone, this one’s for love. Thousand miles a second, breaking through the barrier. Sands of reality die. Cranking up the throttle, reaching for the bottle, drink until the well is dry. You must reach the source to understand the reasons why. Never gonna let this go, it’s a matter of flow. It’s all in your mind. Whoa, this man’s that way inclined. Whoa, two suns, your worlds collide. Whoa, four words to claim a life. Whoa, down the stellar gate drive. Gravity is locked down, dreams begin to melt down, a mist that’s the colour of grey. Mushroom in the mouth, paralysed and down. The night becomes an endless day. Our friends stand alone in a place that knows no other way. I pay no heed to time, it’s all in your mind, it’s where I’ll stay. Whoa, this man’s that way inclined. Whoa, two suns, your worlds collide. Whoa, four words to claim a life. Whoa, down the stellar gate drive. Raise your body to the sun. Angels fear us, their masters run. The truth is with you, we’ve paid the purse. A mighty thunder, say the words, yeah! This man’s that way inclined. Whoa, two suns, your worlds collide. Whoa, four words to claim a life. Whoa! |