Life is life, and we can’t change this truth.
There is no justice, good or bad.
And our grief or sorrow, doesn’t matter, is a proof,
That if there’s destiny, she’s fucking mad.
 
Look at you, there is no need to go much further.
Can you tell me you are a happy guy?
So, if you can, there is bad news, my brother.
Cause everything you know is just a lie.
 
Desolation and distress are empty nouns,
Life’s joy and happiness are empty words.
Cause everything depends on your pronounce,
Cause everything is limited with mind foolish forts.
 
These forts are like the matches on the sand.
They are too easy to destruct or burn them down.
The man is the creator of his private dreamy land,
And that is why he is the biggest down!
 
He’s looking in the eyes of an endless fosse,
And like a snake it’s smothering the neck.
He won’t stop doing this, it’s like a Christian cross,
In front of it he falls onto his leg…
 
Life is life, and we can’t change this truth.
There is no justice, good or bad.
And our grief or sorrow, doesn’t matter, is a proof,
That if there’s destiny, she’s fucking mad.