LYRIC
Turn the sail after the wind, you take the easy way out.
Make the trend to your believe, a follower in all needs.
Your lack of independence shows your real face, a wannabe.
Why do you refuse to see?
Scared to face reality, you wear your mask.
How can you still your hunger?
This way you never will.
You're running cowardly with the herd, your life is a delusion!
If god were (in) you'd be a priest. It's your soul that's leaking, ever
Wanted to be a leader?
This way out you'll never win!
You are running cowardly with the herd, your life is a delusion!
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