[Intro]
[Verse]
I find myself alone, waking up to the shelter s song
Pipipipi... well, to me, nothing seems notably wrong
I check the postbox again, but it s empty; that s forgone
Today the flowerpot sprouts, still they stay in the dirt, withdrawn
The calm blue sky, it has fallen down to the ground
Peaceful our planet turns, as peaceful as can be
[Verse]
A link to our dreams and the Metlogica
Winding around the roads of our Entropica
Yes or no are the words of wondrous Literologica
Forward or backward to go onward to great Technopolica
