Another day, another newborn chance
Another day to start a sinful dance
Don’t need a priest who’s telling me
For what I’m made my destiny

Another day to leave the brain-wash-zone
Don’t wanna stay a weak-willed stupid drone
Don’t need doctor telling me
That I am sick of authority
 [bad word] to Neverland
Don’t need a sacrament
My daily odyssey
This is my destiny

Another day to find a newborn [bad word] Don’t wanna be a snake in someone’s shoes
My longing drives my mind insane
Who’s sleeping in my burned out brain

Another day to shape a newborn sun
Don’t wanna be a bullet in your gun
silent noise, a silent pain
You are the sting inside my brain
 [bad word] to my fairytale where no one needs a gun [bad word] to the highland of my mind [bad word] to the fairytale of a never fading sun
fairyworld that you don’t wanna find