Persian Song Songtext
von 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