What has happened in the scene today?
Most people think that they can play
Who��s the one who will decide?
Who will win and who will die
If just one of us can light the world
Who of which can this light barrier be?
What will be its light barrier?
That will contain and conceal
All sparks of passion for all eternity
The ones who can speak are contained
The ones who cant��t are received
In the end of this cruel wicket game
All its just about the moneys name
life's a stage and we play it
We all have our own stages we create it
A little program on the big TV screen
Telling us who is to loose and who is to win
So the person stands on the stage to sing
As a nightingale waiting for the bells to ring
As the crowd cheer and led them on
At the end they think they did quite a song
As the world judges from right and wrong
Leaving huge gaps for money to win their song
To determine who gets what and where
Its all really empty nothings really there.
