White Robe

Feeling ugly, looking prettyYellow ribbons, black graffitiWord is written, bone is brokenNo big secret left unspokenSun is painted in the cornerBut it's never getting warmerAll the lies they keep on sellingBut you never check the spellingFlying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParaglidingBack to heavenFlying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParaglidingBack to heavenTime is running we are sittingBack together, just for splittingYou are crying in the cornerAlways next and never formerOpen up and let me hear itFormer body, future spiritBrain is useless, chair is rockingOpen doors for dead man walkingFlying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParaglidingBack to heavenFlying bulletsHit the targetsWings and halosFive to sevenIn this white robeThrough the darknessParaglidingBack to heaven