The Light of Marz

The Light of Marz

Rip me a new sunlight,

I’m bored of this ray.

Pour me an old wine,

I wanna fly away.

Toss me to the moon,

I may never come back again.

If you see my child crying,

Tell her to find her own way.

Out of this shindig,

Out of this mystery of a land,

Out of this fallacy,

Into the fantasy of a dying man.

She would know,

What her father meant!

What the world really is,

Before it ends!!

Don’t put her in a cage,

Like her mother and me.

Let her be,

Just let her be.

Rip me a new sunlight,

I’m bored of this ray.

Pour me an old wine,

I wanna fly away.