Persian Song - Course Of Empire

In a cool, cool room

A room without a window

A door is there to enter

Enter into Neverland

I try to separate the real from the unreal

They run together into nothing

Something’s coming

Tonight I go under to see

What shape my watcher will be

Tonight I go under to see

Tonight I bleed

In a vacant dormitory

The floors are made of wood

The plaster tells a different story

A quiet boy climbs into noise

I try to separate the real from the unreal

They run together into nothing

Something’s coming

Tonight I go under to see

What shape my watcher will be

Tonight I go under to see

Tonight I bleed

The man with the truth chair

He found a river that runs there

It starts in the East, it runs to the West

And every human drinks from it

Tonight I go under to see

Tonight I bleed

All the way this time

All the way this time

I try to separate the real from the unreal

They run together into nothing

Something’s coming

I try to separate the real from the unreal

They run together into nothing

Something’s coming

Something’s coming