Every now and then I tend to ask myself What am I doing here? Do I really need to Put it all on sale? Yet I fail to understand really who I am? In this world of masquerades Full of deceit and lies Don't know how you pretend That you're always in control We're all just firefighting To clear the mess you curate And you're just lost In the role you're trying to play There's really nothing that we truly own It is but an illusion You think that you run the world Isn't that just a delusion? Scared of the truth We let the lies prevail The air smells of deceit I struggle to find my way There's really nothing that we truly own It is but an illusion You think that you run the world Isn't that just a delusion?