Lyrics: White Robe

Feeling ugly, looking pretty.
Yellow ribbons, black graffiti.
Word is written, bone is broken.
No big secret left unspoken.
Silence feignted in the corner,
But it's never getting warmer.
All the lies they keep on selling,
But you never check the spelling.

Flying bullets, hit the targets
Wings and halos, 5 to 7.
In this white robe, through the darkness
There we're flying back to heaven

Time is running, we are sitting.
Back together, just for splitting.
You are crying in the corner,
Always next but never former.
Open up and let me hear it,
former body, future spirit.
Brain is useless, chair is rocking.
Open doors for dead men walking.

Flying bullets, hit the targets
Wings and halos, 5 to 7.
In this white robe, through the darkness
There we're flying back to heaven