Wrapped in plastic

No  one seems to understand

The  reason why I cry out into the night

For justice and for peace

Last night I felt a burning sting

All  of beauty stood in flames

Love  condensed onto a broken glass

And got swallowed by a deer

That´s  why I howl at the moon

At least the magic seems to last

All the tears went down the river

And the fire eats the past

Praise  it – it´s dead -

Poison on the fields

Not from this world

But it grows into the sky

That´s why I howl at the moon

At least the magic seems to last

All the tears went down the river

And the fire eats the past

The wind carries the seed

Into all corners of the world

You might have it when it´s dead

Stunned by the evil deed

The wind carries the seed

Into all corners of the world

You might have it when it´s dead

Killed bye greed

That´s why I howl at the moon

At least the magic seems to last

All the tears went down the river

And the fire eats the past