*A note from hell: Here is a strange one for you ladies and gents. I hope you like it. Imagine a Doors sort of vibe...
He slips out into the night
A camera steals his reflection
When conditions are right
His mind plugs into the connection
Something comes right through, comes right through
Like a tuning fork staying true, like a brain in a room
Under the glass dome where the monarch makes it's home
She sleeps in an ivory tower
Satin sheets on her four post bed
The clock strikes the hour
And as she dreams all in red...
Something comes right through, comes right through
Like a tuning fork staying true, like a brain in a room
Under the glass dome where the monarch makes it's home
In the land of Oz
No one cares because
Everyone is lost...
And everyone's alone
But M.y K.ind's Ultra
The last monarch to make it's way home...
Something comes right through, comes right through
Like a tuning fork staying true, like a brain in a room
Under the glass dome where the monarch makes it's home
The Monarch has made it's way home