You live in your private hell

Don't know if you're sick or well

Something out there calls your name

Too insecure to enter the game

Life to you is a magazine

All dreams are on a silver screen

You never want to grow

Seeds of hate are all that you sow

Land of blood fields of greed

So many choices broken dreams

Anything can happen and always does

Can you adapt when the going gets rough

Gold rays of sun sea of blue

Hide the pain that you're going through

You can never aspire

When inside lives the heart of a liar