Life is a mystery but there's a solution
Live the way you want to, and not through borrowed plans
Make your way to the top and chase the golden hands
Avoiding the bad crimes, and the worst pollution

Dig deep into your mind and chase away their goals
Make them your desire, dream of the bright future
That you will lead glory past cancerous tumor
Remedy of your soul, hearing of exit polls

The wind picks up cold steam and sweeps into your mind
Pushing away the hat, barreling down the street
As you give chase, you think, that it's surreal defeat

But the sweetest gesture is to be humankind
A true selfless person that loves the cute gestures
Escaping the critics and external pressures