We are not alone.
For they are watching us.
They tell us what to do.
As I sit here,
With my last waking moment.
With this knife in my hand.
Take it to my heart

In my world nothing is as it seems.
The grass is high.
The sky is green.
The mind is wondering.

The flavors of the rainbow of the rainbow
The kiss of death
My last breath
The blood of blood of the innocences spills
You have stolen my heart

Seasons

And the seasons,
They go round and round.
Painted ponies, they go up and down.
Look out we're on he carisol of time.
We can't return we can only look,
Behind from once we came.
And the seasons, they go round and round,
In the circle game