Текст песни Inthemorning - By his air

Air, he inhaled, is a sacred panacea
That was left behind and got into our lungs.
Now this precious air may gradually disappear
From our sight get back where it belongs.

The day when he resurrects
It will put an end
To the injustice that’s full of disgrace
Catch sight of hope in zeitgeist.
And like Jesus Christ
Keep carrying on your faith (by his)
Air, air, air, air.

He was crucified on the cross
But he asked the Lord to give us a chance
All his studies are so close
To everyone who has been in his stance.