God's beings just standing there
like a statues, sculptures
bathing themselves in the pureness
surrounded with celestial spell

fathers of heaven,
sons of hell.

You wake up sober
still not feeling very well
endlessly questioning yourself again
- just put your shirt trough
and is it all because of the weather
or all that's being imagined
comes from you?


God's beings standing there
-fathers of heaven
sons of hell.