Last plane missed the goal
Seven escaped without it all.
Sad [bad word] 
WTC mystery
Grey smoke hit the ground
Seven came down without a sound
Rich [bad word] 
WTC mystery

Black hands, happy crowd
Seven years white without a doubt
 [bad word] 
WTC mystery
I know you see....

The stars are shining just for money
When people reach their hands for you
And now your TV tells a story
It feels like dead men hate you too
Another seven rising too

Last plane missed the goal
Seven escaped without it all.
Sad [bad word] 
WTC mystery
Grey smoke hit the ground
Seven came down without a sound
Rich [bad word] 
WTC mystery
I know you see...

The stars are shining just for money
When people reach their hands for you
And now your TV tells a story
It feels like dead men hate you too

The stars are shining just for money
When people reach their hands for you
And now your TV tells a story
It feels like dead men hate you too

We are the next seven
We are the next seven
We are the next seven