Seven hours are passing, like it will
never end. Alone under the ocean, is
where I’d like to stay. The clouds
across the sky, I need another try.
Well in the end it’s misery, not like it
used to be.

Now come, be free, just like the
mother of the, Goddess, you seek,
you know I never look at, the clouds
across the sky, I need another try.
Well in the end it’s misery, not like it
used to be.

Count down, my life, where I am
inside, deep in the ground of your
soul. Lights out, masses, of people
surrounded, all of your fears and your
hopes.