Siete.

Smoke is rising from the houses. People burying their dead. I ask somebody what the time is, but time doesn't matter to them yet. People talking without speaking, trying to take what they can get. I ask you if you remember, Prospekt, how could I forget? Drums, here it comes. Don't you wish that life can be as simple as fish swimming round in a barrel? When you've got the gun. When I run, here it comes. We're just two little figures in a soup bowl, trying to get to any kind of control, but I wasn't one. Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky. I don't wanna die on my own here tonight; but here I lie on my own in a separate sky.