There was a day
where many ways
seemed to be one...
and where my life
ran to the dark
for the love of my light
Over the [bad word] alive the Angels
there are many glances
every night it's the time of the Zombies
they are little eyes of light
and if you want/to know where I go
when you leave me [bad word] where the purple
roses are born
and sleeps the child...
they've a little bed of red roses
and bright flames of life
thry've shrill wings of bright light
they're little children of the [bad word] here!don't be afraid
this disk...it's a life potion!?