Soon, there will be nothing but flesh.
From which, shall rise hope; hope to start afresh.
We shall be together once again.
Free of our primitive human brain.
We shall forget all that we've learned.
Forever forget the feeling of being burnt.
Spirits shall be, free from their human form.
All that remains now is to make sure is to survive this wicked storm.
For me for you We shall wake up in strangers' arms each day.
Only to break down and pray.
Lord, take me away.
Show me any colour but the colour Grey
Your pity has turned me into a pessimist.
Someone who's last hope is a chemist.
Let me be, for once, just be.
Flying through a cloudy sky, Free.