I'm going into this world, 
I'm walking on the pain, 
I'm going into this old black dream; all the things and all the thoughts, everything is pressing in my head and 
I'm dreaming a new world without the war... 
I'm going into this world, 
I'm walking on the blood, 
I'm going into this old black dream; all the time and all the space, everything is pressing in my head and 
I'm dreaming a new world without the war... 
WAR AND DE
ATH, WAR A
ND DEATH, 
AND OUR DR
EAMS ARE P
APER-SHEET
S, ...AND 
OUR DREAMS 
ARE DREAMS. 
The Big Man now is here, and you are very good, but your face is a fat dust-pan; powerful man, oh powerful man, maybe 
I am an old child, because 
I need my rainbow and my sky!