Too many evil,
Too many hate,
Too many people
They go insane
Every brand new day.
Every minute lies to us
Every step to take fake daydream
is disastrous
Life's, behinde the curtain, beggin
To stop these worthless efforst,
Fading slowly, melting, hoping
Space will nobly take it near.
If you lose your soul, you'll lose the fear.
A thrill don't make your meannings thin.
But mean outlook can cut your pathway's quills.
But here…
Too many evil, (thrive)
Too many hate, (spread)
Too many people (dead)
They go insane
Every brand new day.