no candycoloured paradise  no stary blackholed eyes  no more dreams of neverend  through embers only dark descends    no more comatose sleepwalking  no feeble sideshow toungetalking  not even crucified you'd get that far  nor escape the shining mourningstar    no lies shall opiate your senses  no spying glasses with shaded lenses  nor suns that burn a brighter tint  just lucid weaves in pristine mint    no more angels in the snow  no more hunting high and low  no more water in our veins  to seek out gold from grains    no fight to win or loose  no single path to choose  no second comind at all  just a simple rise and fall