Their mind in the clouds Their eyes scrutating the skies Their goal was found They did create their sound With a Metamatic feeling Hear the Seagulls roaring Through the global distance Their oldies music machines Became a trance First one was blind Second one was dumb Third one was deaf But they were One Travelling high above our heads Trying to reach their final Grail First one was blind Second one was dumb Third one was deaf But they made One Flying above digital lands So they were called the Three Cold Men Electronic tears Wrapped in some synthies(synthetic ?)laments Devolution Realm Old rythm patterns Coming from the depths of their hearts Led them to dance Like a rage in Eden Melt with the blood of their veins Dazzle Ships came Through the mirror of Time Lost in a misty daydream Future was Past Refrain (ad lib)