im walking like a ghost through the rooms of my houseni feel more and more like i dont belong / here anymorenni need things to happen but im so scared of the futurenim dreamin awake of how it'll change my world / to leave this placennim tired of living / in memories / and plans that will / never be donen---ni want some action but there i am before the screenndoing nothing but writing songs that draw / uncertainty in my mindnnwondering if these unmaterial creations nwould keep my dreams safe or if it'll plunge me into / a deadly selfishnessnnim 19 / and i finished my growing / and im starting / to rotn------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------nbecause i already miss my childhood nand the innocence of learning when i wasn't caring about / the troubles of the worldnnand the question of survival in today's jungle society ni wont rely in some deep mystery hidden / behind the cloudsnnim asking for / a grounded answer / with strong roots / bound to the dirtn---nmoney is that ultimate filth that rules our soulsnseems dirty enough to me to be that dim / renewed testamentnnbible written on dollar bills for scratching monkeysnjumping around national buildings claiming / their slice of the cakennbut who's got the little / red cherry / that represents / honesty?n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ncertainly not the little men big-headed nand big-gunned for they're too short and could never fit / in their underpantsnnriding the world in hummers with little flags non every angle and walls of cameras / make me wonder about their jobnnpolitics or comedy the split is easy especially for muscle-mann---nyea make believe a desastrous scenario nand go on warrior of victory you'll be a hero for history / and for your bank accountnnyou'll have your statue carved in some mountain sidenwhat a pride you'll get for this patriotic / activismnnnations and religions / gambled in / a poker night / in the white templennnn n