It was the end of classes,
It was the joy of masses
We went through numerous staircases
An finally went down, end of maze
I paused and stopped and looked and stared
The song of Krysta filled the air
The entracing song filled my head
And I couldn't get myself to move.
I looked at my friend and she looked bewitched,
And I knew she was under it's switch
The Song of Krysta made her hypnotized.
And finally made her crazed.
The song of Krysta filled the air
And my friend finally entered.
The song of Krysta is exclusive
And very insensitive.
I never saw my friend again,
But I always hear the Song of Krysta
It is very hard to maintain.
And very hard to contain.
The son of Krysta went away with the doves,
Because the Song of Krysta is nothing but love
