As you look at yourself in the mirror, convinced an arrogant All you want to achieve is to be better than the rest No concerns and no remorse, for you everything looks fine Even if he end comes near, you won't change your mind
Running down the river of life - Drowning in the tide of doubts Running with the track of strife - Without even knowing why Running down the stream of time - Passing by the age of redemption Running with the path of grime - Without even knowing why
As you get older, you feel yourself bitter and depressed All youth is gone, yet you're the one, that fights against the rest No excuses, no lautering, you still think everything is right Until your end is coming near, you won't change your mind
