Last plane missed the goal
Seven escaped without it all.
Sad man company
WTC mystery
Grey smoke hit the ground
Seven came down without a sound
Rich man company
WTC mystery

Black hands, happy crowd
Seven years white without a doubt
Youtube company
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 man company
WTC mystery
Grey smoke hit the ground
Seven came down without a sound
Rich man company
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