There is a plan how things collide
And everyone goes
Beneath the skin and bones, we know ourselves
As no one knows
Lost in searching for their own identity
Rotten poisoned flesh and minds Authority
Desperate searching for their own identity
Own desires condemn the souls
Filtering out all useless things
And trying to be not bothered
Sometimes hard to feel no pain
Seeing one man fool the others
Lead to praise monstrosities
Fed from birth for acting, shameless
Aiming for their entities to bound
There will be times when pain and doubts
Will go away
The shine of pure genuine Thought
Will find a way