A mass illusion Blind men in a line They smother their fires with gasoline
A strangers contribution.
Everybody’s on the run
No clue where they are heading
A spineless attempt
Have we lost it completely?
It always ends up in a mess
A liar’s ambition, praised like a king
Every day in every way we’re getting weaker
You won’t go far with the life that you’re living slow and calculated
Afraid of the sleeping well
Never ever reach the goal