Žodžiai dainai: Thirteen Senses. Invitation. Angels & Spies.

Here in a circle, more than awake
They watch from a distance, I try to escape
The sun comes up slowly, it brings up the day
So where's the confusion, that makes my soul out of place

I'm getting loaded with angels & spies
You try not to hear them, and try not to hide
You turn every shadow to a new paradise
And where's the confusion, that turns my soul into ice

Do you see angels & spies?
Can you see angels & spies?
Well I'm seeing angels and spies
Can you see angels & spies?