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- You often meet man of this kind
This kind is never never satisfied
With boring world and things around
They wanna live in better time
They wanna own the newest shit
With greedy world and thoughts inside
You often meet them on your way
They act like if they have success
Then why they draw their hands to you?
They simulate all sorts of joy
They have all that a mortal may desire
Nevertheless they draw their hands
I grieved so deep inside my dream
I saw descendants on the edge
I saw them lost in things they've done
I felt the pain through fat of time
I felt their hearts & souls toss
I saw that all their dreams are gone
I asked myself - could it be so?
Could someone reach the knowledge's end?
Could someone reach imagination limit?
Is this the point we move so fast?
Is this the point of no return?
Is this your destination? Do you feel it?"
I grieved so deep inside my dream
I saw descendants on the age
I saw them lost in things they've done
I felt the pain through fat of time
I felt their hearts and souls toss
I saw that all their dreams are gone