You step on the stage and the curtain opens,
Hundreds have arrived, they suddenly fell silent,
You sense the excitement in the room grow,
Your eyes closed you go into the lights,
You came to tell something new,
Everyone's waiting for an opportunity,
to find from their own a part of your truth
Eyes closed, you go into the lights
You're a prophet
You go into the lights
Statues fall, break down, pieces are messed up
The grass bends but soon stands up again
You grab onto the picture like a feather grabs onto the vortex
The picture would scatter if you'd dive into the fountain
You open your eyes, look at the audience aghast
You raise your hand but they don't answer to your gesture
You hear screams: "We don't believe in your lie"
To the back room escapes the prophet
A thought crawls from somewhere into the back of the head along the neck
You dive into the fountain, you yell: "This is drinkable"
but no-one, no-one follows
Statues fall, break down, pieces are messed up
The grass bends but soon stands up again
You grab onto the picture like a feather grabs onto the vortex
The picture would scatter if you'd dive into the fountain
You close your eyes, you're the prophet
You close your eyes you're
You close your eyes you're the prophet
You close your eyes you're
You close your eyes you're the prophet
You close your eyes....