Because of all the hatred and because of all I've seen, One day I could not take it, Knew what kind of man I'd been. Illusions to escape from what is real, Illusions, The easy way is made of steel. If I told you how I feel would you still do the same, You hurt your beloved ones again, Do you not feel ashamed Because of all misreading and because of all the hate, I knew I had to slow down before it's all too late. Illusions to escape from what is real, Illusions the easy way is always free