I fell from that mountain
Where proud, shows off and praises
Of those fakes and fantasies you live in sustain
Off those poverty, poor and those ugly faces

I saw your lazy weak hands waved me
For I climb that mountain again
And get through those against around me
Just to wake you up again and again

But will you trust me
If I hold your hand
And guide you after me
Down to the ground land

Of a real world?