Trying to share this ground without causing any harm

But still, I get those smiles, and those empty, judging eyes

When I say I stopped burning and killing my own town, my own kind

You laugh

And never use your mind

Can't see them suffer but the taste is nice

You like hot weather but they losing part

Why don't you look far

Lose your ego cause boy what we've got

Won't feed your appetite for long

There is a time coming when people pay for fresh air

We reach a point where there is no way to step back

Each time, when you choose to close your eyes as they shout for help

You stab earth in the hearth and my children

Confession won't vanish all the rubbish your life bear

So please just stop pretending and accept you're a killer

I know you'll be the loudest kid of all when the crash hit

But don't you shed a tear cause it was all on your expenses

Never use your mind

All aware but the move is behind

Without a fee there's no way you start

Why don't you look far

All just wishing for a better life

So people change your mind before we're lost

There is a time coming when people pay for fresh air

We reach a point where there is no way to step back

Each time, when you choose to close your eyes as they shout for help

You stab earth in the hearth and my children

Why would I care I will be dead anyway

Why would I care I will be dead anyway

Life is not about money

It's not a competition where you only need to care about yourself

No, I mean for a lot that's what is all about

See the problem is that too many think that they're the center of the world

Like they can just climb up on other shoulders tearing up your skin if they get close to fall

Just Like bacteria living in the body until the point, it's all just a rotten mess

So they die within

Exactly like us in this paradise

What do you think

There is a time coming when people pay for fresh air

We reach a point where there is no way to step back

Each time, when you choose to close your eyes as they shout for help

You stab earth in the hearth and my children

Why would I care I will be dead anyway

Why would I care I will be dead anyway