Flying high, over the illness of my World.
Flying high, i sold my soul
for a fistful of smiles
for a bunch of blows.
I have now, to close tight my eyes
I have now, to let you rise
from the dark of my core
to the light of these skies
And then, let me say, once more
I need to cry not to feel like a whore
in this experience megastore.
And so On, Rock n Roll