IQ - The Great Spirit Way

What kills the pain to bring me down
I should face it, spin that wrong thing around
Bring back the sun, get on your feet
Keep that last temptation way out of reach
Out there

Some kinder fool to break the chain
Cut right back until there's nothing in the brain
Once I declined but not enough
Five bells ringing out their song far above
For everyone, for those to come

Night after night along the great spirit way
Try as I might, I don't play fair
This is where I take an eye for an eye
Long lost innocence led you nowhere

Right in the ground like heaven
An underland cavernous place
Never seen neither heard
By the ghosts of Odessa
Now they're done wasting time
With the language of living

Demonstrations in avenues
Dead end granite halls, unwalked corridors
Cold as death, closed canyons
Mined in better days
Undecaying, now on display
Elevation wading through unlit catacombs
All stations abandoned
Longstanding stonewalled planning rooms
Resignations passed in empty space