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 spinless attempt
Have we lost it completely?
It always end sup 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
