Wrapped in plastic No one seems to understand The reason why I cry out into the night For justice and for peace Last night I felt a burning sting All of beauty stood in flames Love condensed onto a broken glass And got swallowed by a deer That's why I howl at the moon At least the magic seems to last All the tears went down the river And the fire eats the past Praise it – it's dead - Poison on the fields Not from this world But it grows into the sky That's why I howl at the moon At least the magic seems to last All the tears went down the river And the fire eats the past The wind carries the seed Into all corners of the world You might have it when it's dead Stunned by the evil deed The wind carries the seed Into all corners of the world You might have it when it's dead Killed bye greed That's why I howl at the moon At least the magic seems to last All the tears went down the river And the fire eats the past