In the way from love,
running from home,
flying like a dove,
falling to my doom.

And I felling robbed,
from the soil of inside.
I am felling robbed,
from my free mind.

Walking in a green valley,
at the race to the big million.
Looking for my money,
going after my demon.

And I felling robbed,
from the soil of inside.
I am felling robbed,
from my free mind.

And every body
Going foreword.
But they are any body
They are going backward.