I'm tired of beeing someone else
I try so hard to change myself
Illusions were made of promises
And they promised us a lot !

There is no reason for this madness
They make you
A hero of your daily grind
Keep yourself in time

And they make you
A part of the machinery
You hope in vein and you go back
From where you came -

Restart your own mind -
Sensual desire
I`m going to outwit my fate
Out of the vast dreary sadness

One day it could be too late
(so) In filth we crawl !
To admit to lose or to betray

. . . to give oneself away
In the end you strive in vain
And you go back from where you came