This is what you deserve, what you seek.
Travel well, this is the story to tell.
A girl knocked my door, begged for forgiveness
I only needed a bitter soul to make me better.
I slammed the door and listened to her weep,
Gently, sweetly, freely facing her reflection.
Birds flew on the summer sky, sailing for freedom
While we were seeking a place to hide,
Poverty ate us alive and,
We were buried in our complaints.
How long do you think this will last?
Of full power and complete control?
I'll take a guess of things growing worse by the years.
I met a homeless old man not a while ago,
So calmly, he whispered to me his last words:
"When I was young, so much younger than today
And war was all we would talk about, life seemed a better shelter for all of us.
We looked for each others and longed for peace."
His eyes still open, his hands in mine,
The beating of a heart, so lonely, so weak
Stopped and finally ended the pain.
And so I whispered back:
" I'll seek for your immortal soul."
His freedom called death upon him.
Meanwhile we're going slightly mad.
At the sake of our sorrow,
Man is selfish
Man wants money, wants it all.
Man demands destruction, infinity.
Man seeks himself.
Tell me now big shot,
How many of you feel really alive?