I can’t keep up with the world,
Since it tries to act as a double edge sword,
The more I kill the enemy,
The more it pierces through me,
In the end I don’t have anything to defend,
In the end should I pretend,
Not to be hurt,
And just smile,
When in fact I am about to die,
The string of faith are not so strong,
They break as you walk along,
Ripped apart when you start creating art,
And when you close yourself inside,
Do you think you will die with pride?
The sword keeps pushing inside of you,
No matter what you do,
No matter what you think,
No matter what you feel,
In the end you’ll see what’s fake and what’s real,
Emotions and facts combined in life’s artifacts,
When you see one run,
Because harm will be done with one look,
That’s all it took,
That’s all what it ever takes when you gaze,
And that’s not the end of the story,
Because you are driving a freaking lorry,
To an unknown destination,
Through the forest of procrastination,
The mountains of your desperation,
And the roads of great depression,
Yet you are there sitting on your comfy chair,
Goin’ 80 miles per hour,
Screaming about life being sour,
The favorite thing about it is not knowing where you are going,
Because if you knew, what would you change, what would you be ever able to do?
I don’t know me, I don’t know you,
What I really want to do is create myself,
Mold the me into whatever I want to be,
Stay true to the values I hold so dear,
Life is not all about defense or attack,
Even if the double end sword will get me one day,
I will be able to say my last words,
They will echo to the chamber of life and death, in between,
You know what I mean?
It will reach the end of the world, the end of the universe,
Because it will be like a fire from a verse
It will hit deep and wake the gods up from their sleep,
Then, you ask me, what will happen?
What will become of you?
What will become of me?
I don’t know a thing bout you, but I will go out smiling, what will you do?