Upon a winding road,
Where peace and love and gratitude are sold,
For the price of pain,
And greed, abuse, and hate are welcomed again.
Parents say not to lie,
I'm sure they've told a few once upon a time,
And their parents the same,
Through and through generations with no shame.
How can we live in this reality,
When we're all so wrapped in hypocrisy,
To say that we call this democracy,
It's not to me...
The path is miles long,
And to where it leads, the city is now gone,
No town of paradise,
Just an constitution of social lies.
Still I'm heading to nowhere,
Hoping I'll find somewhere better than here,
I guess I'll walk alone,
It's all my dream, it's mine and it's my own.
I just can't understand why we're so bloody happy,
When we're all so wrapped in hypocrisy,
And it's getting out of hand, can't you see,
This glass is half empty.
