You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
Our environment was wrecked
What it leaves behind is hard
No more left, only one
Elysian fields...
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Elysian fields...
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
I thought I knew
Elysian fields...
No more left, only one
Chased up all the dead end streets
Elysian fields...
Hangar 18 I know too much.
A killing machine
Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind
Believed foretold but who'd suspect
Elysian fields...
No more left, only one
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
Hangar 18 I know too much.
A killing machine
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
Hangar 18 I know too much.
Elysian fields...
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
Our environment was wrecked
Our environment was wrecked
Leaping from the sky
Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind
I thought I knew
No more left, only one
Elysian fields...
Elysian fields...
Don't wait to see what's next
For your stupidity
Our environment was wrecked
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
My judgement was life in hell
You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
A killing machine
Don't wait to see what's next
Elysian fields...
A killing machine
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
Elysian fields...
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
A killing machine
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Elysian fields...
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
Our environment was wrecked
Believed foretold but who'd suspect
A killing machine
Chased up all the dead end streets
Chased up all the dead end streets
Our environment was wrecked
For your stupidity
Our environment was wrecked
Our environment was wrecked
Don't wait to see what's next
A killing machine
No more left, only one
Don't wait to see what's next
A killing machine
Leaping from the sky
I thought I knew
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
Leaping from the sky
Elysian fields...
What it leaves behind is hard
Hangar 18 I know too much.
I thought I knew
Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind
Killed a few feet from the cages
You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint
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