The Lost Path

Inside some noisy place where no one knows me I’m a stand
They’re shouting, asking questions, with these voices I can’t stand
They say I know them but I don’t
They say I need them but I don’t
Their ugly faces changing every time they speak my name
I see, but I can’t get the way they play this crazy game
They say come join us No I won’t
They say believe us No I won’t

I’ve got a thousand stories but you won’t listen to
A million tricks at my disposal
But I see your mournful mood
For days you’re sitting and dreaming
Of the path I’ve told you
I built a hundred bridges
But none of them would lead you there

We’re living in this world of stolen thoughts, ideas and notes
I know the best way to win in this crazy game
We lost our precious path and we’re afraid of brand new start and we’re still standing on this path to be the same