White Robe

Feeling ugly, looking pretty

Yellow ribbons, black graffity

Words is written, bone is broken

No big secret left unspoken

Sun is painted in the corner

But it's never getting warmer

All the lies they keep on selling

But you never check the spelling

Flying bullets

Hit the targets

Wings and haloes

5x7

In this white robe

Through the darkness

Paragliding

Back to heaven

Time is running, we're sitting

Back together, just for splitting

You are crying in the corner

Always next and never former

Open up and let me hear it

Former body, future spirit

Brain is useless, chair is rocking

Open doors for dead man walking

Flying bullets

Hit the targets

Wings and haloes

5x7

In this white robe

Through the darkness

Paragliding

Back to heaven