Stealing whats been stolin
And whats given, man I don't get for free
Couldn't find a reason so put the blame on me
Taking water while the well is dry
And the devils always smiling when you pass by

Drifting on my piece of sorry, shattered stubborness
One more mistake but I really need this risk
I notice the roots and the rythym remain
And it's never like you seem
And now the stories lost its theme