Letra de Frequency

My apocalyptical dream of a man behind a mask
A vision, delusion, a hallucination
A something that led me astray
I have stared in a place in a "never-been time"
I saw his feather is spinous, injecting a virus
His mission will come to an end
When we dance with the dead
Sweet and feral liaison
Facing pestilence scenes
In my mirror of dreams
On the day when the sun disappears
Then I see the lights in a city of angels
Dehumanized toys dropping dead
With a strange manufacturing vice
They still live in fear of the old puppeteer
He's the beast in a white panoply
With my stereoscope, I saw pictures of death
Watching "War of the Worlds"
On the screen in my head
On the day when the sun disappears
Then I see the lights in a city of angels
And we're watching a downfalling star
It reflects in a river of tears
On the day when the sun disappears