Paroles: Maritime. For Science Fiction.

All children get scarred, turn in guilty faces and tattoos on their arms.
They are always changing into naked clothes and times
We all fear a different devil.
Freaks come out at night, freaks come on forever in the black and white

I want to thank god for the science fiction
For the benediction, and the contradiction that all our souls are saved

Lords and ladies run, underneath the bunker
Prediction fell on the gun. We are full of anger
But ghosts have our steady lives. Cannot get enough
Of our choking, hypnotized.
Now were all on TV in the black and white

CHORUS

I want to thank god. Thank god