Tom DeLonge - Lost Planet lyrics

[Angels and Airwaves Intro] The moon you've felt, it has no side That's dark like hell, or safe from light Just blown apart, by wind from stars With white dust tides to pull on ours [Verse 1: Brodkorb] Extra Terrestrial, Media s**ual Hereditary rebel landing on a land of rubble Searching for love, reciprocal Not looking to the stars but the ground earth So invisible an individual with lasers in his eyes razors in his mind His voice is louder it is hidden though Mayer of his time, as it slips, 20 fingers As he drowns his worst, crawled in a little hole. Kaleidoscope complex, yearn for a different home Collide with notes, nonsense, 3 burns, and crooked bones Hooked Journey of cross cultural Pops the cross is washed out as the alter blows In an altered zone, oxygen is poison Love are the bullets, her lips well they deploy them Shots, and ringing ears Bullet wounds from her ice cold heart is what will bring me here A metropolis formed with trees and waterfalls 21st century virus, Halocaust Screams are all that falls, an Apocalypse Stop the lips that victimized this martyr Robotic sh** Human, man made, emotionless Apathetic to the borrowed souls, just swallow yours And let them go Will you stay though Crucifix made of wind and fire A blue ship coasts high, intentions desire No suicide, glows through the sky Escape, escape, yet so close to humanized Outlaws, outdraw, aircraft landing Euphoric deviance, painted on the canvas All the race Involved with space Its all the hate Its all-a-ways Nostalgic taste So prepared to be banished, vanish [Verse Intermission: Angels and Airwaves] You're all that i want, you're all that i need [Verse 2 Brodkorb] Cave illustrations, of a slayed and illed nations Swords knight warriors, but k** the inspiration Embrace it The f**ed up House where we smoke Jimmies, close the Kurtains Cause d**hs spirit, More-is-in-us 17+ 10 club membership, aliens all beheaded with Cuffs A suit of armor, innocence what'd we do to harmer her? Bartered rewards, invasion has taken place Be warned, sirens are the markers Planet civil war, casualties that still live In sand foot prints from the kids