People are always trying
To Fulfill their own desires
Without taking a look around
And nothing how it affect them
How much difficult it turns
A lot of new tricks they've done
The game be come too hot
And they call it scene
Talkative when loose
The armour used in front of us
Despised of their brain
When getting a new embroided cap
Crippled by problems
Maybe they will find
One different reaction to live by
Split forma moment
They can revise
Some idiot beliefs
Without justifying nothing for me
