The Underground Solution - Primitive Radio Gods

The niece of ice shines

Isn’t it time?

Agents of bliss

In the dim light very old

Protecting the plot

Evading the shots

Wherever you go

The whizz kid follows you

You think we don’t know

Until your number’s up

Did it feel all right?

Did you put up a fight?

Those golden rays aren’t far behind you

You’re sick and you’re tired of the blood and the fire

Those golden rays aren’t far behind you

Confectioned eyesight

Expressing and thinking

With more than I eat

With more than I swallow

It’s fast and it’s cheap than going anywhere

You’ve seen it before

So see it some more

Those golden rays aren’t far behind you

If you’re sick and you’re tired of the blood and the fire

Those golden rays aren’t far behind you, behind you