The glory and glamour of a force unknown
Dragged me to the acme of a life that's prone
To immoral virtues, sorrow and crises
With oodles of chips and low self esteem
Is a force that beckons to do whats mean.

In the rat race to win,
You ought to be an opportunist
Of fame and fortune
You have to be the protagonist

There is a mist that surrounds us
Blinded we are to know what's arround us
Our society needs a resurrection
Building are lives on love and affection