When you start messing up your thoughts,
And going out with the Death,
There's gonna be too many dots,
And no more answers will be guessed.

When sun shines up into the night,
And moon and stars into the day,
The black and white will have a fight -
You'll have to choose which side to stay.

You'll have to choose your future mask,
And to erase your past and present.
You'll have in front a pure desk
And hope all things you'll have are pleasant.

And here it comes. The war of gods.
You have your place there,
You know the people are all rats,
They're sneaking, sniffing everywhere.

Then you decide to kill them all,
And be the one between the stairs,
Which lead to heaven and to hell -
But you're between, you do not care.