What is this forced sympathy for heartbeats in the universe, distracting masses from our dirt
The planet earth is dying so how more can we wait for a signal sent from far, from deep
I'd like to spare your belief but how could they hear our call: its echo has spinned and trapped our scream

"There are 2 worlds and 2 worlds only
But the plane between them count as 1
From the sides, dim and twice as many
Mark my words 8 and 8 and 1 will be the magic number, 17"

at least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept

Whatever these words may mean The omen is upon us, the Gipsy read our blood red dusk
Philosophers and prophets have failed to bend our curse - Ashes to Ashes for this world
It doesn't really matter for no one seems to care what happens in the final stage

"There are 2 worlds and 2 worlds only
But the plane between them count as 1
From the sides, dim and twice as many
Mark my words 8 and 8 and 1 will be the magic number, 17"

at least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept

The magic number, 17 at least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, 17 - That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
Seventeen