We're strangers, but we have to be
The part of mystery;
Call me and I'll be here to meet
New day of new disease.
Fat worm inside the broken brain
Will suffocate in pain,
And we'll believe in sun again
While dancing in the rain.

No war, no sadness, no true lies
Beneath the silent skies;
Too much to love, too less to die,
Too far to reach the night.
In this illusion we'll be friends
Until the lifetime ends;
But no one wants this simple plan
To be. So we go hence.

But if we could erase all shades
We would be blind in haze;
No way to go, no God to pray,
Pure light will burn the space.
So there will be
Two ways to live,
And we must choose the path:
One way - to light,
One way - to night,
But in the end - the death.