Emotions are fading, am I right, am I wrong
Always, you drive me to hell
And back, to the other side of the wall
Always, you seek to give me hell
Boy, align your soul
You are not meant to write songs
Instead, bring us some titles
Valedictorian, magna cum laude
And now I'm hanging while everything falls
You keep on giving me hell
Well I don't see the reason to listen to you all
Farming my heart out of life
How can a man not listen to his ears?
How can a man let inside his fears?
Boy, there's too much art in your heart
Boy, align your soul
You are not meant to write songs
Instead, bring us some titles
Valedictorian, magna cum laude
O tempora, o mores!
Graviora manent
Actus me invito factus non est meus actus
O tempora, o mores!
Acta est fabula plaudite
Omnia dicta fortiora si dicta Latina
