[Chorus GANG CHANT] They say they walk where no air flows at all Twenty hours on that dusty, dead stone wall Listen close, friend — it just can’t be done No tank, no suit, no breath beneath that sun [Solo - Climax - Fast shreds, furious high-speed guitar solo, explosive sweeps, intense whammy bar dives, virtuoso finger tapping, blazing BPM, technical shredding, aggressive screaming pinch harmonics, peak energy build-up] They claim they stayed for twenty hours straight No atmosphere, no shield, no proper weight Oxygen runs thin, the math won’t lie That kind of supply just cannot fly [break] Think it through now, look the facts in the face What they say breaks every law of space Can’t carry enough in any worn-out pack To breathe that long and safely make it back [Chorus GANG CHANT] They say they walk where no air flows at all Twenty hours on that dusty, dead stone wall Listen close, friend ...oh baby yeah! it just can’t be done No tank, no suit, no breath beneath that sun... oh nonono no no! [Bridge] Steel gets cold, the pressure tears the seam What they show is nothing but a dream Physics don’t bend, the numbers don’t lie You can’t fake what the sky won’t justify [Chorus] They say they walk where no air flows at all Twenty hours on that dusty, dead stone wall Listen close, friend ... HAHAHAHA... it just can’t be done No tank, no suit, no breath beneath that sun! OH NO BABY!!! [Outro] Twenty hours out where the silence is deep The math won’t keep, the truth won’t sleep... yeah!
