It all seems so strange The mutes the bums The dogs with mange, the poor, Doesn''t anybody help themselves anymore I guess not Barefoot pregnant women Little kids with snot on their face A land of plenty, a dynasty of disgrace ! I''ll manifest for you Careening on the outer limits of reality My mission to create a better galaxy I must not fail them now, I look inside to see that it''s clear Living life is just not enough You must persevere Please grab hold Not to things that are bought But to things that cannot be sold, Then you''ll see You''re released by trial and error The world''s prophecy is to learn A candle lit from the bottom Will soon start to burn Don''t dignify, a false spy in the sky Re-route your path With the blink of an eye
Walking around with a mind of your own With a glance to the past You can see we have grown How much we have grown
It''s been my dream To enter the stream To let carnates know What life really means If one understands That''s all I can ask Life to you is such a wretched task !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
