Community, impurity, reality
All blending in one adaption, what do I do?
What is this? A thinking brain, a flawless chain
A lot of reason, adaption, what do I do?
I slept from one day full of dreams
All the way to a night full of absence
And when you finally know what's wrong
You are not young anymore, I know
Life will be almost a beautiful song
It's a naughty mess, a teenage mess
A touch of guilt, a picture of strong
That's you, what do I do?
What do we have? A rusty head, a rattling chain
Connection of ten, that's you, what do I do?
He spent his whole life lying in bed
Well, keeping a friend before you call him a liar
And when you finally know what's wrong
You are not young anymore, I know
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Life will be almost a beautiful song
Thank you.