High
as the sense of reality
it's fun when everybody
wants to get there high as this
Concrete
as the poor, skinny child begging
as his mom dying in the street
for 30 days she is starving
Okay
there are still some kites (in the sky)
we need to hide the blue on our eyes
and give them resources just to try
[electro]
Oh, no
even if one day I'm capable
of working without being a slave
who awaits for a conscious load
[electro]
