Burn
 Beneath a disgraced moon
 Before it's May it's June
 It is too late too soon

 Freeze
 Beneath a silent sun
 (Don't look so stunned)
 The deal is raw
 The numbers are well done

 The planes are well-adjusted as you type into the field
 Hoods and shackles, sterile wings of steel
 Soon a silver bird will come with rapture in its clause
 To spirit and deposit you abroad

 The models are corrected but the currency is strange
 Nothing's different, everything has changed
 They that trap themselves between the fields and the sea
 Pray in vapors they can barely breathe

 Burn
 Beneath a disgraced moon
 Before it's May it's June
 It is too late too soon

 Freeze
 Beneath a silent sun
 (Don't look so stunned)
 The deal is raw
 The numbers are well done