Solstice

White heat melts the little streets from above Black sphere, not a future here to speak of There was once a different track Now there ain't no going back It's too late, yeah All the signs, you closed your eyes Now you're praying to the skies But it's nature Just serving vanities Losing humanities'' relation to everything else Pantheons lose their stance, they're gone, disavowed Desperado in the grotto now There was once a different track Now there ain't no going back It's too late, yeah All the signs, you closed your eyes Now you're praying to the skies But it's nature Just serving vanities Losing humanities'' relation to everything else