although the war

 although the war in paradise
 seems to have been lost
 we can no longer burn the world
 just to mourn the living
 look upon our ruin
 in the ageing mirrors
 our flesh there does not suffer well
 poisoned by the fallen light
 and the chinese taxi fares
 we dream until we fall asleep
 in the lap of summer lawns
 though we fled east
 out of the woods
 the Beast was far too slow
 now we have to live as slaves
 for the songs to call us master
 this day our souls will rise once more
 deep inside the sewer’s throat
 that still rules over tokyo square
 let us not forget ourselves
 let us not remember
 the wilderness beyond the stars