What is to give?
Without receiving
What is to take without upholding?
I once bogged to save my soul
I vouch for bad but I wanted good
Too harsh
But not too sad
As we gazed beyond the glowing trend of life and lies
Disillusion beat me to the chest
I flip at the trade waters of hope
Just for what
I�m no little beggar
Nor I am a burglar
I live regardless of what tomorrow may give me
Just to forget the hustle of once true virtue
For the one who is the black sheep under the white coat
I can't paint the true picture of stupidity
But life will help me to draw the sorrow of wiry eye
And the wicked opportunist who craves on the pain of hungry men
As time will tell the true story of hell
