Crister Olsson    Crawling below, striving forever  The sky with its shine or blackness  It will be mine, yes, I will reach it  As I'm heading for the sky in my dreams  My journey brings me deeper, deeper  Only my will to crawl keeps me alive  Pointless existence, guided by instincts  Feeding others with myself  If I had wings, the wind would take me there  If I had a mind, my dreams would be destroyed  I travelled far away  I will never stop