Jesus on the cross again
All around him just swirling colours
Black, green, red and blue
Doing nothing but fighting each other
They say that all the tears he cried
Were meant to rid the world of colours
The tone of your skin, the logo on the shirt
The poster you vote for, the place you were born in
She walks the Earth
With no hatred, scorn or ignorance
We are so alone
That no book could ever face our own heart
Must find the one
'Cos there's nothing left for me to go on
She walks the Earth
And in spite of what I am, the things that I do or say
I hope she loves me anyway
Gæa's crying bitter tears
Her children slaves to us sons of thunder
Nothing ever will compete
We're the chosen rulers, born to plunder
We say we didn't want the role
It was granted to us by the twists of fate
Superior minds, yet eyes so blind
We slay what we don't get, including our own kind
She walks the Earth
With no hatred, scorn or ignorance
We are so alone
That no book could ever face our own heart
Must find the one
'Cos there's nothing left for me to go on
She walks the Earth
And in spite of what I am, the things that I do or say
I hope she loves me anyway