Song: Saiha Pihl Oppja - Lyric: Saiha Pihl Oppja
Copyright 2004-2008 © Funkevital

You step inside, there's stairs and doors, and go to sleep on the floor.
You know the massagers message was war, and one's alive i'm sure
This saint, who spend his life showin' us the pain, this feetless flame
Were you are, and were you should have been, for people were just the same
And the wheelchair was left in the pavement on this holy day of shame
His wave was strong, and his massage was pain. If i only knew his name
He reminded me of some young youths I'd passed by on the street
While i tried to remove his socks, to take a look on his shoeless feet
He minded the others while his feet was burning, and told me my rights
Told me: "You should have helped them?" These freezing souls in the nights
Walked the Spanish Steps and survived

Circled me in to this two way streets, and told me to move my feet
I'd reached his doom. The trigger of his imperium no one can defeat
His men was my life, the border was my way. It was time and your choice
Looked at my mind, and told me: "Maybe you'll survive". Like good is his voice.
The darkness of the streets and the sign with a date. Like the end and beginning
An imperium in our propaganda life's. In this way he says: "Let's see whom is winning!"
This streets and this tunnel of signs, were you can read his destruction' minded way
Where you can pass, and also look back. Feel your life and take your turn
"You are safe, if you hurry up!" This is the way it's told. How they think you'll learn.
His goodness, with his tunnel of love. Even the police are on his side, they're standing in row
Showing me the direction home. Some place different. Eden for others, just like i know
Walked the Spanish Steps and survived

Walked on the wrong street and ended up near this bridge, were the frigt'nin' faces standin'
Turned around and looked at this house on the top, and could not help what i's attendin'
Surrounded by guards with their eyes on my head, and a trigger in their heads, down below
Asked the garbage men for light, just to fire the smoke. But they answered me: "No! Go!"
In the back streets i read the signs, and were i was headin', the garbage container could tell
Surrounded by white buildings in their darkness, that rules the world and tell us to fear the hell
The doors were just the same, see the rings and this lion face, and whom is ruling is the trace
Living forever they wanted so much. If they dies they want no one of us. Therefore love the dying face
But we want to live a natural life and a natural death. See our dying faces with that livin' look
The power and the money. The egoism and the fright. You think you can read it all in a holy book
Walked the Spanish Steps and survived

Walked pass this eagle castles, and ended up at the bar. i tell: "it's name has an unknown tone!"
The neighbor is the barber, and the castle beside is their doom. I think i looked too good in the room
His neck was filled with so called friends, that controlled his mind, but became enemies in the end
And with his mind i could walk straight in. He was afraid of everyone, and no body was his friend
I hope he knows his true friends, and all the people who only wantin' to help, before it's too late
Turn the other cheek when the evilness stares in his eyes, and some day see the others, people as mates
That night it was revolution in the air, but also some smoke, and this is what i faired
The feetless flame, who ate, pissed and slept outside in the streets, while people stood and stared
Looking at evilness and suffering, and hoped through his mind, his helping hand soon would arrive
He was just sitting there in his wheelchair, beggin, in his hungry sleep for food, to keep him self alive
Walked the Spanish Steps and survived