A long long time ago
We fell down
Splitting the entire world
In black and white, dark and light

Now we live in this kingdom
The densified sphere
If you searching for wisdom
You should have no fear

Sometimes I feel like my soul is speaking trough me
Some kind of voice telling me what to do
This kind of voice keep my mind overflowing
It's like an old man teaching his son

Let your mind flow free
Live this kind of liberty
You're the creator and the destroyer of your own world
So run, run, run

Sometimes I feel like my soul is speaking trough me
Some kind of voice telling me what to do
This kind of voice keep my mind overflowing
It's like an old man teaching his son