The rotten fruit, from poisoned root, was on your plate
And slowly you ate it
And now you hide, awake inside your self-made tomb
A chemical womb

	When every castle in the sky, has crumbled into dust
	Who will roll away the stone for us?

I tried to shout the stupor out with all my might
'Cause you were a fighter   
But every word you may have heard just vaporized
And flew to the sky     

	When all the light and grace has gone and vanished in the dusk
	Who will roll away the stone for us?

Who will roll away the stone for us?
Who will care when we have turned to dust?
Who will roll away the stone for us?