I'm going into this world
I'm walking on the pain
I'm going into this old black dream
all the things and all the thoughts
everything is pressing in my head
and I'm dreaming a new world
without the war...
I'm going into this world
I'm walking on the blood
I'm going into this old black dream
all the time and all the space
everything is pressing in my head
and I'm dreaming a new world
without the war...
WAR AND DEATH
WAR AND DEATH
AND OUR DREAMS ARE PAPER-SHEETS
...AND OUR DREAMS ARE DREAMS
The Big Man now is here
and you are very good
but your face is a fat dust-pan
powerful man, oh powerful man
maybe I am an old child
because I need my rainbow and my sky!