Why do you think it's time?
Your dreams are far behind
Lost details of the sky and soil

Rooms are full of those
Their dreams are warn as clothes
Will pureness stay unclassified?

Join my household tips
Tear money back to stripes
And use your deadly lips to say

"Sun will still be there
When we, we don't even care
And truth proving endlessly
While we cynic as can be
Can't even smile."