Walking in through closed doors
I turn chaos into calm

Speaking in metaphores
I turn giant into small

And it seems i'm getting crusified
They've nailed me up a cross to die
It seems like I am Jesus of the month

They will write on pages white
and replace the obsolete

About the boat i left but float
On my constant freezing feets

And it feels like I am coming back
From death, you know I'm coming back
It seems like I am Jesus of the month