It's seven, it's cold Like a little plane, who's flying again in a room full of pain I will run away with your manners, Your questions and your answers, I'm a man It's six and someone must have a choice to be where he wants Trying to scar, make his own story I'm a man, whose flying on the path, in a little plane It's scaring me, there are so many things I'm lost in my thoughts, why are we here, why tomorrow I'm back (?) at my friends like a band of Wolves, take care of them, like a mother hand You're alone, come to my plane, there's a place for a honest man I'm a man who's flying on the path And there's a lot of space for all my friends, But absolutely none for all the hate filled by myself To keep calm and stay on my pain