That we don't know
We can't hate our friends for such small things
All these pain they are feeling and help we scream
We can't pour our greatness over people's faith
All the glance we are steeling from other's dreams
All we have done, yeah
Will make us evolve ourselves
We may find somehow
That we don't know it all
We know that we like to have more and more
If we're wise, why can't these fulfill our needs?
We pray for our passage through heavens door
Is it creed or just a reflex of greed?