We Are Just A Confuse Creatures In a million of crayfish moving to the north There's a few hundreds of them swimming to the south Maybe this few hundreds just a blind-headed creatures Missing clues of predators gestures Perhapes.. Just perhapes.. The million others awfully stubborn Surviving on foolish ancients' corn Leaving conciousness of ingrown wise Refuse to believe of #life is such a dice Embrace the impossibility of irregular vice Why everybody take it wrong While it feels so right Why all of them think of it at certain right When the feeling of its such a mistake never been such strong Me and you... We're just confuse fishes Of the ocean's deepest wishes Of The ultimate righteous truth Till the day we fly to the sky highest roof
