Looking up from an icy spot Praying for the re-birth of the sun If everything would explode Would you breathe in or out? Bring me a dog or a loaded gun I'm fed up with all the people around Most of them are to me Like crisp breadcrumbs in my bed And all I can say to you Is to fly with the riddle To touch the moon All I can say to you *** is try! Passive thinking, stuck in the game Souls hide in infected cells If everything would explode Would they breathe in or out? Stranded, deep in civilisation People I thought were like myself Have turned into what we all once said We hated so much And all I can say to you Is that fly with the riddle To touch the moon All I can say to you Is that I try