Its a really hard place to live
When you got no submarine
When you got nowhere to go
Out of this crazy rushed world
People are in so fast flow
That a simple Bernoulli law
Is forcing you to be same
And you got noone else to blame
When Im sitting in my secret place
World is flowing very fast
I see just bloom of your face
While you running your last race
My mind , Is just like a sponge
Soaking and soaking for so much time
Then in worst scenario exploding
throwing Debris in non deterministic lines
Im okay mom , im okay
My head is just not the same
And I just need an open air
To get little more of oxygen
Im okay mom , im okay
But sometimes is it not a fair
I do see, you want to stare
Sometimes i wish ,That you dont care
Im okay dad , Im okay
I Hope you got someone to blame
Dont blame yourself , please dont blame
Cause it would be my cross to wear