Lost Regrets - The Highest Aim | Текст песни

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• Lost Regrets
• The Highest Aim

From early mornings
And till the nights
Your problems don t let
You see the light
You have forgotten
The childhood dreams
They re not attached to
Your present schemes
You're serving something
You cannot feel
It needs sacrifices -
So you Kneel
It always speaks with
Your chief s same voice
Commands and threats
Assume no choice
It s your sacred slavery
The place you reclaim
Worship you salary
It's always the same - the highest aim
Faces disguising
Under black suits
Are falling and rising
In this pursuit
Faces are gleaming
Prestigious cars
Tired of screaming
Sitting in bars
Mind overloaded
Exhausted nerves
Almost exploded
Of all these sirs
Laughing and joking
Tasting your tie
Mo time for smoking
The aims are high