Take a look at the world, and imagine a place, a dark long road, and an endless race, no one is the winner, but everyone wants to win, so speed it up my friend, perform another sin... But what not you know, is that one day, this race will end, the road will pass away, on that day you will see, what you believed was victory, was nothing but a failure, by then you will be history...

I wonder sometimes, n sometimes I cry, for the people, for the past, and the time therby, I pray sometimes, though foolish it may seem, if i could go back to time and dream another dream...

And look at the lines on your hands,
look how deep they are,
the deeper the sorrows of your past,
the deeper these bloodless scars,
and longer the story goes,
the longer each line grows,
but one day the lines shall fade,
I pray that the day is close...