What has this world become?
Where the slightest thoughts
Become into mere delusions?
We all have our own goals
We're all searching for our purpose.
But if it were possible
To destroy whatever has been left
In our moral selves,
Should we become
What no one wants us to be.
We all want to rest our heads
On that pillow of dreams
Hoping maybe our luck will change
And they'll come true.
We all have the same reasons
We all have the same merits
Let alone do we observe;
We study what others do
We're never unique in this world,
We never want to admit that its true
That we're just like the rest
In flesh and in our minds
We live with the same habits,
We suffer from the same binds,
We cry the same tears,
We all have the same urges
- The same pleasures.
