Sangtekst: Klaxons. Myths of the Near Future. Atlantis To Interzone.

Good thieves of burning cars
Encircle poisoned rivers, minds and hearts
Horses want to dance
But find their wings are damaged, water damaged

Gold is selling out
So hurry, mighty ocean's rising fast
A big man with a plan
Has got a storm a coming, monster coming

From Atlantis to Interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own

We're fragments of fiction

Your dead man, half alive
Who hangs from helping numbers, one to five
His ears, pricked with the knife
Hears that the east are coming, west are coming

From gravity's rainbow
The axis here is still unknown
The children's faces glow
The wasteland guides them, wasteland guides them

From Atlantis to Interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own

We're fragments of fiction