I’m looking for notion.
I’m drinking your potion.
It seems to be friction.
There is need for action.

No place for emotions,
And I’ve crossed the ocean!
I’ll rescue you!
I’ll rescue you!

I’ve got my own vision.
You loose your religion.
Your face is a picture,
Which needs no description.

No place for emotions,
And I’ve crossed the ocean!
I’ll rescue you!
I’ll rescue you!