Spectral Contest

(ooh,

yeah)

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT STEER-ING THROUGH THE GOLD,

WIN-NING EV-ERY PRIZE WHILE THE UN-IVERSE GROWS COLD.

SMILE ON HER FACE BUT IT AIN'T REAL,

IT'S A DIS-GUISE, NTH-DEGREE NI-HIL-ISM SHIN-ING IN HER EYES!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!

TOOK A SHARP KNIFE TO THE HEART OF THIS VOID,

O-VER PRO-MIS-ING EV-ERY-THING, DESTINIES DE-STROYED.

Amara vara Mara vara ROLL-ING STONE PANE,

IF ON-LY WE CHOSE US IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.

UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOW-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,

CHART-TOP-PING I-CONS AND WE RUN THE SHOW!

SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,

TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!

BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE

PRIZE, MONT-REAL TETH-ERED AN-GELS FADING IN THE SKIES.

WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,

WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.