Текст песни
All our thoughts and vices, deep inside we keep,
Open up, the prophets say, or troubles you will reap.
We all strive for that belief, higher than gold or reign,
From the truth we’ve turned to careers — God matters not, just gain.
Wait a moment, things got tangled, let’s pause and see,
In quantum illusions, a hero stands, lost and free.
Is it absence of the light, or just the dark we see?
Is it cold, or simply warmth that’s missing, can’t you feel?
If you’re rich, you’re held in honour, that’s the way it goes,
If you’re poor, you’re cast aside, nobody really knows.
Though the rich may bear more sins, deep within their soul,
They’re the ones we want as friends, to climb the social goal.
We don’t hear the truth — it’s useless, that’s what we believe,
They say: “With him you’ll reach the heights, just try to conceive.”
But the truth is in the proverb, ancient words that teach:
“You become like those you walk with,” wisdom out of reach.
What is God? A thing of naught — money rules the crowd,
You may trust in God above, but fame’s not loud.
This age has tangled faith, confusion all around,
God means little — all we want is jingling sound.
Wait a moment, things got tangled, let’s pause and see,
In quantum illusions, a hero stands, lost and free.
Is it absence of the light, or just the dark we see?
Is it cold, or simply warmth that’s missing, can’t you feel?
Wait a moment, things got tangled, let’s pause and see,
In quantum illusions, a hero stands, lost and free.
Is it absence of the light, or just the dark we see?
Is it cold, or simply warmth that’s missing, can’t you feel
