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Lyrics for Song 1 from the Rock Opera 'All Systems Go':
We Rise Each Day (originally Subterfuge)
So, we rise each day in the morning
to the tune of the same old song.
And all the people put on their pretty faces
to become part of the throng.
Then you put on your s that your supposed to be
and forget what you really are.
Then we enter the glut of the human void
in the heat of the Central Star.
Our minds all melt together
into one big robot mind.
So we can pass away the hours
now that we're deaf and dumb and blind.
And the day fades away into darkness
but the end never comes to soon.
And the world turns to dust as you shed your crust
in the mist of the pale blue moon.
That's when I sneak out into the still of night
While the whole worlds fast asleep.
I'm just a wondering what it's all about
so I search for what I seek.
I make my way toward the hilltop
and that outpost hideaway,
as I think about the mass distress
that protrudes on every day.
I arrive at the 'Shroud of the Silent'
where they're hung on a different tune.
And they dream about tomorrow
In the mist of the pale blue moon...
...in the mist of the pale blue moon.
We Rise Each Day (originally Subterfuge)
So, we rise each day in the morning
to the tune of the same old song.
And all the people put on their pretty faces
to become part of the throng.
Then you put on your s that your supposed to be
and forget what you really are.
Then we enter the glut of the human void
in the heat of the Central Star.
Our minds all melt together
into one big robot mind.
So we can pass away the hours
now that we're deaf and dumb and blind.
And the day fades away into darkness
but the end never comes to soon.
And the world turns to dust as you shed your crust
in the mist of the pale blue moon.
That's when I sneak out into the still of night
While the whole worlds fast asleep.
I'm just a wondering what it's all about
so I search for what I seek.
I make my way toward the hilltop
and that outpost hideaway,
as I think about the mass distress
that protrudes on every day.
I arrive at the 'Shroud of the Silent'
where they're hung on a different tune.
And they dream about tomorrow
In the mist of the pale blue moon...
...in the mist of the pale blue moon.
Release date
March 19, 2018
March 19, 2018
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