Face to face with the world by day. And it's idiocracies.
A decent sense of direction is the only thing that's keeping me on my feet.
And my head to the ground. If I don't see I can't believe I am free
And I'm not convinced that easily.
Listen.
Open your eyes.
Everything that you've been searching for, is right here, waiting.
I don't claim that I know everything. But I know a presumptuous desire for
A second life, is not me.
To live vain, It's not me.
I've been told there is a reason for us being here.
Our lives are gold, but they will be lost.
Like meteors burning in the atmosphere.
I'm not sold that easily.
But I'll give hope to those scared to die like me.