Program to remain static
An impulse to reach further
The world was bit by a need to be a label
Life is not exciting when there's no spectators
Hero, villain and victim together
Defeat one and become slave of the other
What if I just got tired of being fair
If I devoted less to what I don't care
What if I saw the past as something that has passed
If I were the pen instead of the paper
I burst my hands yearning to grab everything
cuz I know when life becomes perfectly lame
A name worths more than any self-love, own pride and own reasons
No... No course, no prism... Only watching the rats wheel turning
A moment of joy doesn't mean happiness
I'll not throw it into the bag again
our pursuit consists in being real or existing
I'll not throw it into the bag again
The world was rejected but it's still around you
Life has not decided where you intended to look
that house, that car, a perfect partner
change one and become slave of the other
What if I did like everyone else does
What if I stopped listening to be heard
What if I did favors just to ask in return
If I were the courage instead of limit
I tasted the lie staring (at) me back over again
Quite ruleless it's easier to point out the blame
Running or flying, will depend on the extent of desire
Fall, sink down, can be the opportunity of a new beginning
Without hearing, without speaking, without seeing
If I dropped out everything?
A moment of joy doesn't mean happiness
I'll not throw it into the bag again
and we think that freedom is a kind of regret
I'll not throw it into the bag again
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