What is, what it is
He says things over the phone without knowing why?
What is, what it is
You know everything, but do not know anything

It's like that
Words can help
Words can complicate
If you are unsure solve

In full smoke in the air
There are people and pollutants
This undermines times
That still left us

It is coal, is darkness
It is silver, is illusion
Everything changes
Everything is different
And it's all the fault of pollutants

What is, what it is
Burning, burning, burning endlessly, but never ends
What is, what it is
It hurts you, but will not let you marks

It's like that
Dialogues change depending on the conversation
Answers are not valid according to the question
All this is just a simple secret

In full light of day
There are people and deities
This can help some
Still believe

It is coal, is darkness
It is silver, is illusion
Everything changes
Everything is different
And it's all the fault of pollutants

What is, what it is
Shines all day, but there is no light itself
What is, what it is
If you see in the mirror, but does not see himself
What it is, what it is, what it is

It is coal, is darkness
It is silver, is illusion
Everything changes
Everything is different
And it's all the fault of pollutants

It is coal, is darkness
It is silver, is illusion
Everything changes
Everything is different
And it's all the fault of pollutants