Texty:
Caliban A Small Boy And A Grey Heaven

[Instrumental]

and the boy is a man now the end - a beginning for everything flows and we live to change - live to learn the future's still open and to be lived like

to the beauty of the evening light and in a faint moment in this sheer endless time of despair and thought everything seems right - but it ain't and

world I live in born into to fall into oblivion is the huge arena of illusion & deceit nothing's real not a thing curtain call & the show starts, commonness and

vision of adoration and death? - and the disillusion of living in a world that has to be rescued - an age that is sainted to mental decline and my incapability

shortsighters grinning faces - watching me scared by my individuality but these ridiculous attempt will only leave me stronger I'm living for myself and

fate is against me in love and virtue I am heartened by my promise I am downcast by my refusal there is nothing I need from anyone expect love and respect and

you look back and the ocean are colored black animals are going sick the reason is the black slick no green is able to remain by the toxic acid rain

way out of this edefice everyone a brick in this stonework and day by day more people live in it hour by hour yheir power rises and inevitably steals