Change your way of limping around the world ‘Cause you know what will come soon: a real broken leg And you know this will come true, you cannot get away Daylight, dawn and evening, around the world And you know what we’ll come to Do I have to say? Everybody will eat you, everybody robs graves And our ghosts stay forever confined in wherever we haunt And hopelessly want to but cannot get away And our bones do blow away, in pink light