The sound of god is the screech of tiresLights and magnets, bolts and wiresStrayed from the road, this very oneStill to comeThe sound of tires is the sound of godThe electric versionThe power and blood will pulse through your songJust as long as it sounds lostStreaming out of the magnetsStrung together like christmas lightsTwelve whole seconds of history mightLead you from where you went off the trackWelcome backOur electric version callsYou alone create the fullSpectrum of lightSo what could go wrong?Just as long as it sounds lostStreaming out of the magnetsThe card you're dealt by the crowd goes wildMake believe you are an only childHere are the clothesPlease put them onStill to comeA new parade of faith and sparksThe electric version harksBack to the day when there was no wrongJust as long as it sounds lostStreaming out of the magnets
