Burn your money When the kings are gone Feel the flowers as we are one The last laugh is the loneliest one Chasing moons rays I’m feeling strong As oceans drown beliefs in God I resign this body's soul What are we waiting for? Conceit is the last stroke till oblivion Empty minds No selfifish thoughts No reptile reactions With the raised arms and plastic gods We'll find the tree of life What are we waiting for? It’s now The kings are gone Feel the flowers as we are one I resign this body’s soul