Seeker of Truth

Easy rules

Easy formulas

for Easy life

Searching for truth in the world of lie

A lie of thousands faces

A thought is floating in the infinite sea

Of rudeness and lunacy

Obscurity and insularity

I don't get who is blind

Me or the morons on TV

Chorus:

The sailors on the sea of lunacy

I don't want to sail with you

Sail alone

The sailors on the sea of lunacy

To the hell of ignorance

Sail alone

Dead rules

Dead formulas

for Dead life

Who will point to the source today?

Who will show us the path today?

I'm drowning immensely

In this daily pulp

Which will make everything even

The army of people with souls made of shit is growing

chorus: