The wheels of life in endless turn; their spokes force all gone years burn,
And all our ancient learned; it's creeping forward roll.
The people's fate will take its toll; an actor will arise not fall;
And all forgotten in the past, arise on stage at last.

Our cardboard swords that lend at hand; imagined wounds that never mend.
Faked tears appearing where we stand; are streaming from our eyes.
Feigned sufferings that torment us; the tortured soul that stays at last,
Is only one alive and real; unmasked, prepared for the deal.

We mustered an impossible; though we and God are not alike,
All that surrounds us is unreal; cold shivers our spines.
And dirty raggie in our hands; be turned to duke of our lands;
Indecent whore as it may seem; be princess of your dream.

We fiends and actors all for you; though you mistaken – yes, its true.
For playing games is all your life, but we all learned to live.
Faked people are what we may be; Why imitate us then? Be free!
Yet every day it seems to me; You try to be alike!

The wheels of life in endless turn; their spokes force all gone years burn,
And our ancient learned; it's creeping forward roll.
For all it carries on is gold; Eternal art for us... you know.
All those who look are much surprised; For feeling recognized.