Tin Gods (Hadl Remix)

Hear the cheers come from the planes, And the stories, That are running down the drain, How it makes me feel I know, in the flow of the lights, Lift our spirits high, as we spark up in the sky for a thousand sights, And so we praise, Tin gods, And re-create Their thoughts And so we raise, Our sons, In golden rays, Undone, Here's your heaven made of shades, You won't get used to, It's raining sounds of broken days, like it used to, Till the dawn, sheds the summer's night, calling blindly, I got the colors rushing into the chemical blight, And so we praise, Tin gods, And re-create, Their thoughts And so we raise, Our sons, In golden rays, Undone, When we come we stall and dull the fire, Blind to the throng, Tearing down the walls of our empire, And so we fall, And so we praise, Tin gods, And re-create Their thoughts And so we raise, Our sons, In golden rays, Undone.