Let me sing for pleasure 

Let me drink my treasure 

Up to the mountain of faith 

Hit me again 

While you kiss your left brain 

You oppress you right brain 

Ice-pops up in your arse 

You run with the flock 

Our presence is a saga 

A shore beyond 

The horizon 

Save Your Soul 

When I read Bukowski 

And when I read Martinus 

I feel magic in my soul 

Boiling me warm 

Do you dream of freedom? 

Or do the demons tell you? 

There is nothing you can loose 

If you run with the flock 

I'm too cool 

To be a fool