Look who has just got here, what a weird guy!
He seems so out of place
in the body he is incarnated by God
He trips past every street corner
He can't measure the power he already has in him
He fakes to be carrying his heart wide open
But is unable to let anyone in
He gets anything he wants
But overweights the importance of all this,
Working like a tailor
On his image of nice guy
Look out there, who's asking for the world's approval
again
He doesn't even know the way to go
Without someone else pointing it out
He's on the verge of never knowing who he really is
Will he one day understand
That he has been hiding from the truth
And covering up the hate inside him?
Perhaps he should quit trying to live
A life like that of a TV star
Who doesn't drop a sweat in a fight
And whom people applause for whatever he does
It's part of the game
To tell everyone
That you only know your own share of misfortune
This is the easiest way out:
To shrug yourself off
And to pretend not to see any competition around you
This is the solution for those who don't want
To lose what they think they've got
Closing themselves for upcoming opportunities