Born somewhere you have been forced to trust,
They taught you that strange melody,
to sinn
Now, look up there
Join both of your hands
So how is it people can live?
Search in the sky await for someone to give you your dreams?
Is it fantasy or the real reason for this piece of flesh?
hope you aren't just
finding an easy way in.
Can't you see nobody is right?
Truth is an unfinished work of time.
Truth is an unfinished work of time.