I am getting away
I don’t like this game.
Whom are you gonna blame
When all that you got left is You?
People giving their mask their own name.
People screaming “everything is still the same.”
I am in a place where,
Religious people call you lame
I meet people who think,
Life came with the wind and they eat their fame.
People are just covered in a black flame
In the end, they all give birth to shame.