Fish
Did you pay the rent
Mr President
Stop telling lies
You better focalize
Did you break the chains
Mr. Occident
Are you still a Christian
Waiting for the Judgment
Now I see my face
Reflecting on
Kailasa lakes
Kailasa motion
From east to west
They lead our quest
Like a sun at noon
Like a crescent moon
Whenever they change
They make you change
Whenever they move
They make you move
Now the Fish is dead
Now the Fish is dead
So you're taking over
Mr. Cobbler
Did you put your shoes on
Do it on your own
Are you still in search
Mr. the Priest
I saw you in church
Where do you think it is
Not on a Christmas star
Not under the pew
Not over the altar
Not even in you
For the Fish is dead
Yes, the Fish is dead
It happened to be
2000 years old
Now let it go free
In a sea of gold
It happened to be
2000 years old
Now let it go free
In a sea of gold
In another past
Whenever you change
You make them change
Whenever you move
You make them move
These light Embassies
Are such a Promise
We'll never let die
As we're keeping it dry
Transmitting from inside
Receiving from outside
Tomorrow's direction
To atheism
Tomorrow's direction
To Christism
To the Final Love
Though I've been told many dreams
I have been given no mission
Though I've seen so many dreams
I have been given only one vision
So, wash my soul
Morya, wash my soul
Mr President
Stop telling lies
You better focalize
Did you break the chains
Mr. Occident
Are you still a Christian
Waiting for the Judgment
Now I see my face
Reflecting on
Kailasa lakes
Kailasa motion
From east to west
They lead our quest
Like a sun at noon
Like a crescent moon
Whenever they change
They make you change
Whenever they move
They make you move
Now the Fish is dead
Now the Fish is dead
So you're taking over
Mr. Cobbler
Did you put your shoes on
Do it on your own
Are you still in search
Mr. the Priest
I saw you in church
Where do you think it is
Not on a Christmas star
Not under the pew
Not over the altar
Not even in you
For the Fish is dead
Yes, the Fish is dead
It happened to be
2000 years old
Now let it go free
In a sea of gold
It happened to be
2000 years old
Now let it go free
In a sea of gold
In another past
Whenever you change
You make them change
Whenever you move
You make them move
These light Embassies
Are such a Promise
We'll never let die
As we're keeping it dry
Transmitting from inside
Receiving from outside
Tomorrow's direction
To atheism
Tomorrow's direction
To Christism
To the Final Love
Though I've been told many dreams
I have been given no mission
Though I've seen so many dreams
I have been given only one vision
So, wash my soul
Morya, wash my soul
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Writer(s): Pierre Emberger
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