Two Hundred Thousand by Kitchen (USA) Lyrics

Stars on my ceiling glowing eerie
My head's like a fountain overfilling
The sky's got a lot of ways to take you back

Planes dropped two buildings out of blue sky
Two Hundred Thousand, a bull for a bullseye
The sky's got a lot of ways to take you back

Souls in a sickly halo burning
Grease on the axis, world is turning
The ground's got a lot of ways to take you back

"Heaven's a place where nothing happens"
A blink in the night where all time collapses
The sun's got a lot of ways to take you back