Rearing the lool from the sun  I would never know the latest  day I woke up in the cold broke  that I promised, fading away, my light.  Tell me, my repertory, if this will last  what more they want my pride  to give  and why - I ask you why am I  the only figure  kept alive.  They had to do what  was to do what  did what in the mind  of a force known as the  sense of man  got banned and mystified ...  So lead me back,  my repetory of grey  where I belong and never can  be in possiblity to lose  my weight, my inner peace,  my way  and when you, my repertory,  ever will turn from  grey to freedom I forget  I will forget my fault  my fault,  my very fault ...