It makes me sorry
It makes me wonder
To seek solace
Why use your voice
To carry o keys
And not turn to the Book
To pass the time
Why turn your eyes and ears
To the world of stage acts
And not turn to the real life
To enjoy the Month
Why indulge your senses
To enjoy more nonsense
And not use them
To soothe your souls
Are we gonna stay here forever?
Are all these for real?
No one knows when's The End
Still we will meet our End
