Naive - Soul Demise

I don’t understand

You can twist it as you want

Nobody gets the point

Laughing, you failed to see the intent

Trampling on evolutions development

But still you’re satisfied

And not prepared

The hour is late and time is flying

Can’t avoid fucking

Show me the button you can set time with

Pain

Frankness, a miracle to you

Narrow minded like a wall

Subjected to your own

Standard

You’re not listening at all

Impossible, this game is

Over your dreams

Your visual hunch of what is right

Has to give way to your vanity

Unanswered questions remain

Do sound vibrations reach your ears?

The burden, too heavy for your shoulders

No fun 'cause you drive me crazy