ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

Did you see the grim reaper leave

As another human being was sent to believe

Gone is that stranger now

A lonely face amongst the crowd

Living an hour to pass and be devoured

From a coffin to lay and to rest

A sacrifice a life to find the key to the door of light

Poetic ways of touch it was another one whom bites the dust

Plots of words and earth that served

Gave another the soul of birth

There they're to learn and take revolving turns

As moonlight and sunlight give and take away

Living the moment of a crystallised day

Taken away the song still plays

From the jukebox we pick and choose at will

As they left in silence from a room with a view

The vision was to see the thought out at work

Machinery mechanised a brain to entertain

From the electrical currents of a circulating change

Stars to see did they walk right past

Through the space of night to come back with the light

Another one bites the dust and it was out of the name of love

Above the view and see a life renewed

The game we played as an instrument we were touched

All out of the eternal name of love

Angelic in life and angelic in death

Hooded by cloaks the birth of time had awoke

A guardian of all watched in fascination

At the turning point of the technological nations

We saw the whirlwinds of the lost spirit evaporate into creation

Another one bites the dust and could see the written word

It was a gift from a curse in a description by a verse

Nurse their need and change the world of evolution to breed

It was always given and it was always taken

For the evolution of dust to reform and awaken

The soul does leave and that I am sure

Breaking through a wind left you, another clue to who you are

Were all children from lifting and falling stars

Godlike invisible by heart, gravitating and lifting far

See the newborn and see the silent one

Living eternal and breathing air as thin as vanity

This was the natural first breath of a baby's calamity

Adjusting to an unknown world a force of electricity

Another one bites the dust to be in touch with the highest love

Reduce and relate come inside our world and do create

The auras are burning and the visionaries are yearning

When will it be the time of my returning

Another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust

This is another stage of the rainbow of love.

25 / 4 / 1999 2.16 pm

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