What I`d ask my fair
Is to sort this world out
So to get rid of you
From this pity my self hold out
What I`d your gald is
To give you wisdom
So to understand
What the hell`s going on with you, morals beware of your creation
In what life my dreams are sinking
Said you care but you`ve never meant it
In what dream my life`s sinking
Said you see but you`ve never seen it
Strange aeons
Are what I`m living in
What`s bright fancy white
It`s what everyone believes in
Strange love
It`s what you do feel
I`d rather hate my self
Than feeling the way you feel, morals beware of your creation