Вершы: The Scorpions. Lonesome Crow. I'm Going Mad.

Walking through the desert
You know what it's about
It's really from the church

Too foreign
That was never there
Yet you know I'm in heaven
But it is a hell

Sun is drying up my brain
The smile and installations are my pain
I'm going mad, I'm going mad
I'm going mad

Walking through the desert
You know what it's about
It's really from the church

Too foreign
That was never there
I'm going mad

Sun is drying out my brain
The smile and installations are my pain
I'm going mad, I'm going mad
I'm going mad, mad