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Gathered, sorted and dispersed Lined up in rows to see. Hushed in our conversation What cause have we to rejoice asks one man. I say look at your hands your feet and feel your heart What other reason do we need. The pipes shine, like liquid metal Falling from the invisible, infinite well above the alter that soaks up all of their offerings Their sacrament, meaning much more than words. Stops out, the very air exalted by the ringing golden machine as it sings it's praises to the world to the clouds the sun and me. And to you hear it say Christine, Gloria. A great throne before us, or rather the center of some great nervous system. An endless field of controls. Tell me where was the one that turned on the color Where is the lever to mystify and hypnotize away All our ever lasting fears and where, was the stop, that filled me up with warmth The pipes shine, like liquid metal Falling from the invisible, infinite well above Songtextethe alter that soaks up all of their offerings Their sacrament, meaning much more than words. Stops out, the very air exalted by the ringing golden machine as it sings it's praises to the world to the clouds the sun and me. And to you hear it say Christine, Gloria. did you have the time did you have the strength The will or the patience to make a little light in this dark world. A light that shines so much brighter Than any lamp. No, no I'll never go back, I gotta get up, get up, get up, get, get out of this kind of mind that said to never believe, never give in, And never surrender yourself, unto the magic again, unto the magic again, unto the magic again. The pipes shine, like liquid metal Falling from the invisible, infinite well above the alter that soaks up all of their offerings Their sacrament, meaning much more than words. Stops out, the very air exalted by the ringing golden machine as it sings it's praises to the world to the clouds the sun and me. And to you hear it say Christine, Gloria. Aus Songtexte Mania