It’s all the same, there’s no reform Permanently exhausted, drained to bottom This is a state I suffer from Sluggish mockery to be reborn
In humiliation I stand Out of masterplan In humiliation I stand Life built on sand
There’s no one to blame, it’s all my harm Permanently busted, I feel alarm This is a state of despair and scorn And it stalkers me, no prospect of transform
Fussing for nothing, bustling for no aim Raging in contrast, as result - just exhausting Running to nowhere, hurrying with no care Unification, alienation, total frustration I tend to rejection
I better be on my own Than let this chaos in I better be on my own Than take part in chaos
Or I’ll create my own kingdom..
Facing the worlds, looking thru tomorrow I see rules I cannot follow I have no dreams of perfect heaven There’s just the way things happen
There’s no one to blame, it’s all my harm Will is rusted, I feel alarm This is a state I suffer from And it stalkers me, longing for transform