Raise your fist 
Smell the air 
Taste the fame 

We follow our hearts for 
This time is fading 
We nurture our minds 
With a fake lullaby 
In this world 
Each to their own 
Divided Paths 
In [bad word] false hopes, 
We enter the age of cycles 

Freely we take to the air 
Not knowing nor- 
Caring the end 

I won't forget today 
It is burned inside 
My Brain 

We use memories to 
Canvas our lives in 
Colored means 
This is all our 
Destiny 
In This world.