I gave it all away,
Found a place where I could stay,
Sat myself down on that noble ground,
And I didn’t even have to pray.

Only one question was asked —
Could I take off my mask?
The Queen of Swords danced among my words
And there was nothing left of my past.

What do we know, What do we know?
What do we show, What do we show?
Process, Process, Process, Process,
Process, Process, Process, Process.

I thought I was a lump of coal,
But deep inside I found a soul.
It’s at the bottom of the mine where
The diamonds learn to shine,
Who could ask for anything more?
It’s at the bottom of the mine where
The diamonds learn to shine,
Who could ask for anything more?

recorded version at:    soundcloud.com/wkh