| I saw the white | |
| I saw the green | |
| I saw the tainted black | |
| Stains of ink and wax | |
| Black bird and a green hand held | |
| Held inside my head | |
| And inside my head | |
| A vast astronomy of birds | |
| Look at the wall | |
| The paint has already started to come off | |
| It's all for nothing I guess | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| Yeah | |
| Side | |
| I fall into the wheel of the moon | |
| With a circle of sand and bad dreams | |
| See, everything piles up now | |
| And everything's exactly what it seems | |
| I feel tempted to call a friend | |
| And say: | |
| Hey, that's not it at all | |
| You see, I comprehend everything now, | |
| And this experiment has blown up in my face like a snowball | |
| Now, which side are you on? | |
| Which, which side | |
| Are you, are you on? | |
| Once again I cross the narrow field | |
| I came to the road but the path was gone | |
| Not there | |
| I spanned around, I caught the sun | |
| I [...], but then it turned blue | |
| It's just a stain, don't mean a thing | |
| It's just a stain, it's just blood | |
| I should've lied | |
| I should've lied | |
| I could've lied | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| Which, which side | |
| Are you on? | |
| If you come back the house will never be the same again | |
| No | |
| What? |