Besedila:
Burning Point Black Star

[music by P.Ahonen, lyrics by P.Ahonen & J.Kyro] Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing

I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped

New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn

, believe me. Who start it like us, rip a part it like us, who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us? Who start it like us, rip a part

Shadow Starshipa?¦a?¦ Starship Take Mea?¦a?¦ Stretch Our Legs In Time And Space Take A Passagea?¦a?¦ Through The Vacuuma?¦a?¦ Let Me Feel The Stars Burnin

Nam, calculate keep time Finish the World War I've been a star The knock quiminitar(?), strange and restrain Retired and rewired, melodically molecules Strategy and logic enables our positions then points

inhaling a few migraines He stays on the shells and denims Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be drilling 'em But ah, bs119 and wore black

my tribe, find shelter here" The wise woman takes the bone and points at me: Who am I to be? Not a single word trips from my lips so I start to dance

the stars fall incomprehensible Oh these all tell me Oh these all spell to me Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler Where's your God now? I'll point out his