Burn your money
When the kings are gone
Feel the flowers as we are one
The last laugh is the loneliest one
Chasing moons rays
I’m feeling strong
As oceans drown beliefs in God
I resign this body's soul
What are we waiting for?

Conceit is the last stroke till oblivion
Empty minds
No selfifish thoughts
No reptile reactions
With the raised arms and plastic gods
We'll find the tree of life
What are we waiting for?

It’s now
The kings are gone
Feel the flowers as we are one
I resign this body’s soul