I don't know where you are. I don't know where you've been
This softly falling pure white snow is gonna hide all the signs
I've fallen out with the sun, I've fallen out with the stars
'N fighting my way through the cold, could even leave me dead
And the strobe is bright, the strobe it hurts my head
Burning all the inner senses glowing red
And the strobe is bright, and I think it's right
Slowing this world of motion into black and white
I can't see through the fire, can't see through the flame
The softly falling pure white ash is gonna hide all the signs
I've fallen out with the sun, I've fallen out with the stars
Fighting my way thru the heat could even leave me dead
And the strobe is bright, and I think it's right
Slowing this world of motion into black and white
And the strobe is bright, and I think it's right
Slowing this world of motion into black and white