no candycoloured paradise

no stary blackholed eyes

no more dreams of neverend

through embers only dark descends



no more comatose sleepwalking

no feeble sideshow toungetalking

not even crucified you`d get that far

nor escape the shining mourningstar



no lies shall opiate your senses

no spying glasses with shaded lenses

nor suns that burn a brighter tint

just lucid weaves in pristine mint



no more angels in the snow

no more hunting high and low

no more water in our veins

to seek out gold from grains



no fight to win or loose

no single path to choose

no second comind at all

just a simple rise and fall