Текст песни Gates - Fyrce Muons

Way up high sinners have wings
Choose to die
Mystery sings
The reasons give hell a vivre
Gracious times

It was almost that time when he felt some hand upon his shoulder
Someone was calling to him
Someone was breathing into his brain
Could this be what he'd been looking for his whole life
Nothing had ever felt this way before
Nothing had ever seemed this real before

Suddenly everything seemed so clear to him
The clouds parted and he was struck by an idea
No, not a novel idea
But one that he looked at in a new light so to speak
He would go out and be something else
Something different the rest of his life