I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna be by myself
Be left on a shelf

Oh yeah
Your one and only life
Ripped from the earth with these bare hands
You dare
Question the ritual
Despite continual
Threats of " gonna get you all"

Nightmare
We ride for miles and miles
Following the howling of our prey
Out there
Reload our yellow rigs
Scrambling for shelter
Dig a void, decay

1 for the cockpit blues
2 for the Panzer crews
3 for the vast and molten sky
4 for the failed talks
5 for the knives and forks
6 for forbidden kicks
All the yobbos in the sticks

1 for the flaming sun
2 for the location
3 for the martyrs and the stars
4 for the wind and sand
5 so you understand, so you understand

[Many overlapping voices from here on]
[Female] ... system overload
data in time, time, time, time
[Kilbey] One, two, three, four
[Kilbey] Enjoy that?
[Female] Yeah, I did
[?] Soon as the?
[Kilbey] You should be able to tell that
[Female] Well now I know
[Kilbey] And now you're going to notice it

How could he survive for that long
( [Koppes?] magazines, education)
How could he survive for that long