Doors are closed by the rain,
And I'm entering the bar
While you’re sat there, with your unhappy look.
That guy with his hook on you,
Bugging with his chuckle approach.

Didn't think of you, or any place.
The scene follows the framework of young rebel
Escaping reality,
Looking as inviting as your plan.

It's fascinating the way you break the rules,
And your hangover eyes as you look

They selling me what I disprove,
But if you don't play this game, I refuse to engage

Moments later, the night's down,
Some disorientated people walk through
As the blue light drowns the place,
And the disapproval look comes in their eyes

And if the destiny comes in cliché,
I presume we should cross the rain
Disconnecting, and accepting your drink
In an peace act per say

I'm hating the way you breaking the rules,
And your hangover eyes as you control
Yourself, I admit it could be better
But if so you play this game, I refuse to engage

The action doesn't matter anymore,
Since you're breaking some rules in your favor
They selling me what I disprove,
But if you don't play this game, I refuse to engage