I gotta try, Living in this mad world Learn,
learn from my mistakes Give,
give up with nonsense
Try, try to love myself
The wholeness that you seek... my convictions change
Dig, dig for peace with guns Scratch,
scratch to leave a mark Fear,
fear to lose the sense Fear,
fear to make a mess
The wholeness that you seek... my convictions change
I gotta dream, take my time and dream But run,
to find a still vacant seat Should I desire that place?
Despite there’s no breathing space Balls and chains
