Rainy Saturday, the streets of London still alive
People without a face, a formless mass without life
Twentieth century mankind is reaching for the stars
But when you look towards, below their surface you'll find scars
They hesitate to see the truth, they don't care even for the news
Their thoughts like worms, they creep and crawl,
But they will loose their masks at all
Watch, a million letters burn
Watch a billion flowers grow
Watch a million windows burst
And watch a billion colours flow
When I opened my eyes, I realised they came from the skies
Create and destroy, hide and seek, can't you see, what they have done to me?