- So it use to be our home, with roof and basement, with farm and garden all around, now it’s diseases and medicines, and the worst is coming, the good times are gone: what do we feel now ?
- the madness, the sickness, the stress…
- this stoned naked engine will follow its wanderings, sucked by the winds, the big blue has lost all its color now:
- Mother Hearth doesn’t feed her children no more.
- the madness, the sickness, the stress, of loosing our head, oh! scared to death of dying of fear !
- the madness, the sickness, the stress…
- shall it hurt, shall it pain? At the end of the edge, we are dying to ask: what will happen next? oh! loosing our head, oh oh, scared to death of dying of fear: the madness, the sickness, the stress of loosing our head, oh oh scared to death of dying of fear : the madness, the sickness, the stress…