Feeling lonely, looking faded
Yellow ribbons, black graffiti
Word is written, bone is broken
No big secret left unspoken
Silence fainted in the corner
While it's never getting warmer
All the lies they keep on telling
But you never check the spelling

Flying bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and halos,
Five to seven.
In this white robe
Through the darkness
There I'm flying
Back to heaven!

Time is running, we are sitting
Back together just for splitting
You were crying in the corner,
All was lost and never formed it
Open up and let me hear it
Former body future spirit
Brain is useless, shell is locking
Open doors for dead men walking

(live-версию песни можно добавить и послушать
у меня, в моем блоге, в плейлисте)