Leave your minds open,
Lift your souls up to the stars.
Memories come to me like stones of sickening sounds.
Please, help me, turn it down.
Keep your ears awake
when the music starts to play.
Phrases come to me like stone of sickening sounds.
Please, help me, turn it down.
Yes I'm still well alive,
and I've still got this life.
Well, your music sounds loud,
I can't bear with it now.
I prefer to go home where the chords are more sound.
Now I had much enough.
Help me please, turn it down.
