Under The Crescent Moon: Power, Corruption & Lies/Laughing Stock - ABC Auto-Industry

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Beneath the steam sky

The smell of coal gas

And oil burned on streets

Birds of feather

Boats of the blue

Under the sea, above the mist

Crossing the lost weather

Of daylight stood at lull

Born from the hands of concrete

Around the districts of a nonstop city

Brick by brick

Stone by stone

Until they're numb

The hands of the crowd

Work at the Metropolis

Hearts of steel

Pumping like the engines

Of railroads colliding

From station to station

Metal howling under metal

The sound of a heartbeat

Is nothing alike a mistreat

From master to servant

Visions of ghosts

Outside the factories

Trying to find happiness in red

Tired of expecting some reward

In sight of no hope

All comes into a rope

Because nothing's perfect

In this moving world

The days before arriving at the chamber

To enter the neighbor lands

Along with her parents

The world as it was a lready changed

Even before the revolution

Little Alice used to wander anywhere

Pouring down like the rain

Until she felt guilty

Like an orphan in pain

The straight looks coming from everywhere

All day along to be exposed

A child, like that

Born inside a body seem as filthy

As her face of rat

Eyes with the sight of pollution

A garbage to be disposed

Skin tore apart

Heaven found in her mother's arms

In the depths of the eyes

Tears had run dry

Like words of sand, melted into glass

To see the world outside

Her father led an entangled life

Like a brave soldier, he gave his body to the grave, she said

The pulse from the arm whose feeded her faded

A whole life ahead, burnt by the unforgettable fire

Everyone is a thief

In this criminal world

Even god, in a little while

Alice grew up as a woman

And felt in love with everything

Listening to the melody of a comet

Crossing the skies

Underneath the pale moon

From the view of a telescope

A romance arises

Ephemeral as a star

Magnetic poles apart

Gravity acted in silence

For the one whose arms of lenience

Took her soul inside the width of a room

It was a question of time

For her finger sink

Within the surface of the sea

For her legs walk

On the air she once breath

Days later, poured down the rain

Falling from the gray sky

Every shiver colder

As her body grew older

Another tear of pain

Felt from her mother's eye

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