You know what they say
That the best things in life is for free
And maybe that's right
But the proverb doesn't fit in on me
To get what I want, I have to work everyday
There's no other way for me
With my kind of luck, I don't get anything for free
So leave behind all your high hopes
And forget just what it means to be a free man
In this hushed society where they value a quiet figuration
A pacified thought, well conducted behaviour and control Endogenous outflow, please refrain from that here
How the hell do they want me to act?
Do they want me to disappear?
Spontaneus manifestions of life and idealistic thoughts
Seems to be a condemnable sin
So in the cradle, the nightmare begins
A child should be raised with the knowledge
That bad luck will dominate the rest of the life
And there is no such thing that match the words, wonderful time
A desperate expression can't smile no more
A lifetime spent working
Never botherd to ask what for
Free your mind, open your eyes
The guide to judicious thinking