There was some kind of distrubtion
A thundered roaring ghosts of the past
The present and the future crept inside me
Shaking earthquakes in England coming from my brain cells
My bottle inside was green
The problems in one bottle shrunk
To lead to the giant bottle in my body
You were my Genie in my bottle
God you set me free
I don't feel suicide no more
I don't feel pain
I feel happy, fabulas, energetic
Ladies, Gentlemen this lady has left the building
Now rolling in summer grasses
Yielding the air of the countrysides
