Sanoja: Medeia. Na1.

The gift of cold fusion keeping us warm
Casting color on grey below the black stratosphere
We salute natrium
We salute the natrium sun

Oh no they went and scorched the skies
But the power of guns has made us one
Taking our troubles away below the yellowish-green glow
We salute natrium
We salute the natrium sun


Assumptions are made illegal
Speculations that indulge fear
What is the relevance of these rules to the ones already condemned?

Casting color on grey
Taking our troubles away