| Introductory remakes before getting into details | 
| I’m like a tree, I don’t need your help to grow old | 
| Your beauty and your madness | 
| Oh, I don’t need them eigher | 
| It’s getting cold, can you walk me home? | 
| This is all that I need | 
| Name two things that do not go together | 
| Like the ocean with the sky and your heart with my soul | 
| Your wisdom and your madness, what a dangerous liaison | 
| You can’t kill what you can’t see, so, why do you see me? | 
| Touched by the hand of god | 
| See me waking on the water | 
| The voice of a raging god | 
| Will announce the age of slaughter | 
| Melancholy’s all around | 
| Melancholy is what counts | 
| Melancholy is the tie that binds | 
| Touched by the hand of god | 
| See me waking on the water | 
| What is left is heartache and nosebleed | 
| And the fragrance of our youth is vaporized into dust | 
| Your spirit and your madness spawned a deadly mutation | 
| Before we go without a trace | 
| Let me kiss you on your face | 
| Touched by the hand of god | 
| See me waking on the water | 
| The voice of a raging god | 
| Will announce the age of slaughter | 
| Melancholy’s all around | 
| Melancholy is what counts | 
| Melancholy is the tie that binds | 
| Touched by the hand of god | 
| See me waking on the water | 
| Plentiful supplies of transquilisers | 
| Controlled and hypnotized | 
| Our paradise is based on lies, yeah | 
| Sedated and supervised | 
| Plentiful supplies of transquilisers | 
| Controlled and hypnotized | 
| Our paradise is based on lies, yeah | 
| Sedated and supervised |