The ones who only live to go to work
And spend the best years of their life,
Sitting in a large gloomy room
Not knowing how it is to really live.
So what’s the reason of wasting time?
Or how they would call it; desperation.
High social class? Brand new porshe?
Those people closed their eyes,
To what they will miss when they get old.
Those people closed their eyes,
To family… To love…