Feeling ugly, looking prettynYellow ribbons, black graffitinWord is written, bone is brokennNo big secret left unspokennSun is painted in the cornernBut it's never getting warmernAll the lies they keep on telling nBut you never check the spellingnnFlying bulletsnHit the targetsnWings and halos,nFive to sevennIn this white robenthrough the darknessnParaglidingnback to heaven!nnTime is running we are sittingnBack together, just for splittingnYou are crying in the cornernAlways next and never formernOpen up and let me hear itnFormer body future spiritnBrain is useless, chair is rockingnOpen doors for dead man walking