Looking up from an icy spot 

Praying for the re-birth of the sun 

If everything would explode 

Would you breathe in or out? 

Bring me a dog or a loaded gun 

I'm fed up with all the people around 

Most of them are to me 

Like crisp breadcrumbs in my bed 

And all I can say to you Is to fly with the riddle 

To touch the moon 

All I can say to you is try! 

Passive thinking, stuck in the game 

Souls hide in infected cells

If everything would explode 

Would they breathe in or out? 

Stranded, deep in civilisation 

People I thought were like myself 

Have turned into what we all once said 

We hated so much 

And all I can say to you 

Is that fly with the riddle 

To touch the moon 

All I can say to you 

Is that I try