Down… War of crowds… We fall down And we flout The ways to out
Tell me the true that will ever real You want me to pray but I want you to feel You infect the mind with the false I meal Whatever we do there is no way to heal
I doubt so much In what I’ve found, so I’m tired so much Of this sore
Care… I don’t care Even if it doesn’t Lead to perfection Just tell me the true That will set us in motion
Tell the true that will ever real You want me to pray but I want you to feel You infect the mind with the false I meal Whatever we do there is no way to heal