Celebrating with a feast though place and date is wrong The sun has ceased to flee it didnt last for long The green trees and mighty seas all my dreams are for free But when i see these lies line up to end in misery Chains of money as pretext what will come next Maybe to sell your soul that seems to be your fuckin goal Old customs scaring you away the future is carrying your pain You try to forget the past as your soul is dying fast The green trees and mighty seas all my dreams are for free But when i see these lies line up to end in misery Chains of money as pretext what will come next Maybe to sell your soul that seems to be your fuckin goal