the hells of your own little world

no one is going to understand

the madness you transpire

from inside your head

everyone is going to judge

the way you talk, the road you walk

saying it is just an empty rebel yell 

while the vision is closed

and the life is wasted away

you will keep masking through the same days again and again

 

never living indeed

denying the savoring 

calling everything sins 

you have a heart to feed

and a soul to freed

from the hells of your own little world 

judge away

inside your box

counting the minutes in the clock

for you all to stay far away