As we move under the same sun,
Being in fear of that damn decay,
Still nobody knows, that this colourful world, where were having fun,
Is seen by some eyes in a dark-dark grey.
Who cares whom we prefer to follow,
Who cares where we prefer to fly,
Since it is very hard to find One instead of that fearsome NoOne,
Since any word here surely might be declared as a lie.
Who cares who you like and hate,
Who cares what you do and watch,
When you cant resist your almighty fate
Until you have reached top-notch.
I still wanna be everloving,
I still may transform into god,
But my senses are hazed by that damn All-Not-Knowing
And my autumnish sun is behind over that quite-a-largeful cloud.