never think what kind of music
you will play next
just keep on flowing
and take a rest
forget the kakophonia
of all and everything and naught
for it is just a thought
out of white are just the beams
that stick into black
it is as easy as it seems
dreamless sleep is no lack
it is only oblivion
of all and everything and naught
as well it is just a thought
and then we wake again and remember
there is no reason to be proud
on all the deceiving perception
so better in-white the black-out