Klaxons

Good thieves of burning cars encirle
poisoned rivers minds and hearts
Horses want to dance but find
their wings are damaged, water damaged
Gold is selling now but hurry mighty ocean rising fast
A big man with a Plan has got a storm a coming
Monster coming
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on your own.
From Atlantis to Interzone
You start at the edge and you end on the throne.
With Fragments of Fiction!
Yer dead man half alive