tell me what's the use for your fame and money
when you are just in front of the door of death
and for your so called achivements
that you left behind you
when you will make your final breath

we're building solid walls of gold
but even countless treasures can't buy the thing called time
if we don't leave the selfishness behind
those things we used to live for 
will bury us alive

and no one ever knows how soon will be our final show
how many years will go by before the light goes out