I am but a leaf in the wind
Events influence me
to the point of tragedy
I am but a leaf in the wind
oh yeah.
Niakz!
The leaf in the wind blows free
to the undoing of tragedy
Or its opposite. Which?
we never can tell
Where? it's none too subtel
To the age of Aquarius
We send repeatedly
The end of all times.
Happy endings?
Just pretendings.
Ready for the new day is not real.
Zzap! It's taken out of control.
For me it's been the ole.
The End.

honeysprings in the winter
nothing left to fade
automatic people
drawn in a shade
Undead times
sack all the interview
Motion to defy
what's last burned dead.
A potion to defy
The wound in the head.
Maestro!