The silver smoke Metropole

The Sky is Gray and pollution's in the air

I'm through

Weird years of existence

First prayer stays

In his oracle

The ones who go to that start

Will know another rule

I'm through

Weird years of existence

The open area

In the galaxy

Is it for me

My friends and enemies?

I'm through

Weird years of existence

I like these times, I like your brain

I like your body

So good to feel insane

I'm through

Weird years of existence