It takes to die and close your eyes to your enemy Defy! Self-made millionaires won't take ideas From all the little plebeians just suffocate with smiles And force fed lies And
more than me, yeah No there's nothing you say that can salvage the lie But I'm trying to keep my intentions disguised And now I'm deprived of my conscience and
turns to grey It's killing me unwillingly and I am just the same as you Must be something confided Must be someway to feel the pain and heal again Pain and