Something is wrong
Hell on the rise
Into the mouth
Hands at our sides
Nothing to hide
Where east becomes west
Where we lost our heads
Still proud to be
Delightfully pleased
Delightfully pleased
Politefully dead
Back when I was a giant that scared the sun away
I never thought I'd face him again and felt comforted in that
And then he emerged, so quick into the ground
And when happens next is anybody's guess, but we'll always be around
So nothing is wrong
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is wrong
Nothing