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- Between No Distance
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- people look for the pleasures
sometimes losing their minds
do they care about the measures
coz pleasures are making us blind
they only kill the feeling of reality
we only come unhappy in the end
people look for the pleasures
does it give us the mend?
people think of tomorrow
when the present is lost
only gives me the sorrow
they never wait for the worst
raped and beaten by
greediness and hatred
burned and sunk in
ignorance and lust
people think of tomorrow
ain’t it crumbled to dust?
with their eyes as cold as winter
with their eyes as cold as winter
people want to be winners
but they don’t want the truth
coz if you live as a sinner
then you have to learn to lose
but I don't think you need this information
you’ve already missed the mission bell
people want to be winners
but of the heaven or hell?
you can say that I’m funny
but I like herbal tea
and I like it with honey
natural food makes me free
some may say it's only an ambition only an excuse
if I’m poor I find myself religion a lonely heart to soothe
yes you've got so many people never get it in their life
but you've got hangover over troubles and you lose your wife
people work for the money
sometimes working so hard
people live for the money
is the money your god?
but I don't think it's gonna be the reason
why you shouldn't think about your soul
people die for the money
ain’t it too material world?