In the time of needs
We see people Rot
We stear at aur belives
And doubt whether it's true or not
The girl stands in the edge of the sea
Stearing her love dead and mostly gone
Shouting at the gods "why wasn't it me,"
"The truth that i breathe is not any more fun"
This is how we
In our obsetion to belive
What we can not see
and we instinctively deceive.
Desire and passion under one man stands
Shouting tu us "Let the man have my hand"
But we numb our ears and fill with ads
In a time when I cand bear your demands.