Lirama

Looking through my windows
Trying to grab as much as they can
They would gladly step foot in my home
But I manage to shut, to shut the door
I am not a player, I am a spectator
I know I don't take part in this game
Cause it seems to be clear from a distance sharp and rough
Maybe I haven't seen a lot but I've seen enough

I don't trust no one, who claims to be the voice of the generation

My former god
Well known in heavens as an addicted smoker
Was trading the souls he possesed
To get money for his favourite poison
So liberation hasn't cost me too much
But prejudiced me against such companions
Now my door frame is wrestling with another's proposals
And it's going to be brighter after closeing the blinds

I don't trust no one, who claims to be the voice of the generation