Down…
War of crowds…
We fall down
And we flout
The ways to out

Tell me the true that will ever real
You want me to pray but I want you to feel
You infect the mind with the false I meal
Whatever we do there is no way to heal

I doubt so much
In what I’ve found, so
I’m tired so much
Of this sore

Care…
I don’t care
Even if it doesn’t
Lead to perfection
Just tell me the true
That will set us in motion

Tell the true that will ever real
You want me to pray but I want you to feel
You infect the mind with the false I meal
Whatever we do there is no way to heal