ICB - New Order

My love falls from heaven

To talk of this strange design

Then it goes forever

Where all things never die

People look whenever

These races have been won

Minds just for breathing

When the means for this have begun

It’s so far away, and it’s closing in It’s so far away, and it seems to travel in Taken from the killing ground

By all dividing hands

With no sense or reason,

They came, they found, they ran

Taking good advantage of All the things they are told

I washed my hands of innocence

When you started taking control

It’s so far away, and it’s closing in It’s so far away, and it seems to travel in