it's too much time you think how to get better your statement,
instead of caring about the things that make the life a life worth living,
you slave of a fake plastic society, you carry on with just one hope.
the hope that all of this won't suck you in, closing your eyes,
kneeling down the empty values that this life offers you.
where's the respect for yourself? where is your love?
now face the truth.
in this feast of lost souls,
these lights have blinded you remind of the values,
in this feast of lost souls,
the real values.
too much time to think which is the best choice
maybe cause a best choice there's not.
I'm not like the others want me to be
I want to open these eyes, spread my eyes.
And not to be content with what this life offers me
I will chase my reality, I'll meet again my love.
there's no end for who believes.
the time to face yourself is getting closer.
your only saviour will be waiting for who has bought you.
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