Wasting a life for every sin
I remained inconscious in a deadly scene
Turned off the lights, who am I to stay?
Just nothing
It’s hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns
Once you find out a secret trace that’s buried in time
Wasted your life for having no dreams
Remained inmanent through the years
And when your back folds you’ve got nothing else to say
A whole life of work and one million patterns
It’s hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns
Once you find out a secret trace that’s buried in time
A man can feel lucky for doing what he wants
In this boring race, some are committed to agony
Some are the pretty face
American Dream is just a big lie