Vanity (Nothing's for Free)

We're all the same

We're all the same

We're all born with nothing, covered in blood and pain

Bare skin, ingenuous mind, until the day we cross the first line

Leaving behind our gift, our childhood; growing up to young men and women

Like snowflakes, no matter what differs one from another

Deep inside we're still all the same

Faced with the same questions

Faced with the same fear

What am I doing here, and why, why am I here, amidst all of this?

They say nothing's for free, well my information's different

Loneliness, emptiness, indigence, a low life - you'll achieve all of this with doing nothing

Sympathy, defeat and shame, the first price of the faineance-game - aside vanity

Do you really want to leave this world just like you entered it - with nothing in your hands?

Without legacy?

Some may be running all their way to the top

And some may be running head first into the void

But I'd rather do latter instead of just running out of time

Running out of possibilities, chances

Get up on your feet, save a chance for yourself

Instead of waiting for a miracle or somebody else to bring you where you want to be,

Where you belong.

"The forgotten son will finally take his place next to the firstborn one."