There is no possible way
I could tie myself to
The life full of responsibilities
And so many different possibilities
And there is no possible way
That I could mend myself with them
To the rest of ancient shepherd's sheep
Running away from the leopard's teeth
This is it my dear friend
I cannot go on living like a scum
No order in life, no fear of grave
I guess I'm becoming my own slave
Am i supposed to bow myself down
Praise my hands to pray
Be the kindest of those who are kind
Try to free my uterly possessed mind?
Or I should keep going as I am
Run away from truthful hands
Eradiating with joy and love
That can make my soul shine above?
Mystic imaginery, deep sanitary
Don't try to leave my soul alone
Come here and throw me the bone
To satisfy my hunger, eternally
