Cold in panic
Keep me away from this
In this damp air
There is ignorance in bliss

Have you ever seen when the stars go out
And it blackens the scenery

No way around it
I'm sorry I may not amount to much
In secret, I'm dirty
And I've chosen to give up

There's something about your motives
That never answer the questions
The ending of all disasters will invoke reform

Invoke the progress in a simple mind in the factory
Invoke the progress when the stars go out and it blackens the scenery