Wondering is there a secret face
That you wear on your rainy days
Show me please all your faces now
Scare me here with your worst cold look
Need to know if I can survive
Or if I will be turned to stone
It's o. k. it was just a joke
Please stop
I'm getting grey and old
Turned to stone
I'm cooling into stone
So now what?
Do you now complain?
That I'm cold that now I don't care
Time passed by rain and seasons came
Petrified dusty, grey insane
I am here, I can't even bleed
Take your things now go away
Maybe then I will breathe again
Take your stuff
And we'll get back to life
Root to life
Please change us back to life
Root to life