Lyrics:
Roig

Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin'

Did she fall or was she pushed? your shirt on my chair your shirt on my chair I'll be with you. I'll be there. I'll never leave you your shirt on my chair

Ride the wind My aggressions mirrored themselves in her eyes As the blade was ripping up her insides Her eyes Stabbing and stabbing My love fell dead

Clouds, black of deep nights Dim my sight, block my eyes From the truth, from the flesh Black in torment steeped A force worse than hell unleashed Let

Hunger, the word of wolves Rhythms collapse against closed doors Hearts frozen in time Blood stains our sight The red in the sky is ours Hunger, soulrot

Precious flame of life, so elusive A spark being trampled to ashes And spread by the winds of time This garden is a silent one Nothing moves but thoughts

Eternal, now you live a dead lie Plague years, a walk down the trail of misery Put fire to your soul Set it ablaze A lunatic music, the end of flock

I don't understand about complementary colors And what they say Side by side they both get bright Together they both get gray But he's been pretty much

{What language? No, Dutch} Not the Red Baron Not Charlie Brown Think I've got the message figured Another pilot down And are there devils with halos