As we played God we created
a world and we dived into.
As we shook hands we delivered
a deal we called religion.
Thoughts prevailing in mind
all shall become stones and dust.
All we ever dared to breathe in,
all will die and turn to dust.
We are, just dust in heavy storm...
Come on... blow on!
You'll see you turn us into stones!
By running with hares and then just hunting
with hounds you can't have wisdom.
Only by staring at stars from roofless hearts,
you speak out truthfully.
Thoughts prevailing in mind all shall become
stones and dust. All we ever dared to breathe in,
all will die and turn to dust.
We are just dust in heavy storm...
Come on... blow on!
You'll see you turn us into stones.
