everybody wants to be the apple of an eye, they want to be recognized, for the fortune and fame, they want to raise the shadows of the rain, focused of the negativity, that counters the brain, to blinded to see, that its a dream, that fame dont want you to leave, decieve by the lies, of the humble, that the rumble under the earth, crumbles of the church, fame want you to take everything, at its worth, not knowing the truth behind the lies, surprise, by staring eyes, so why do we want fame, its the same game, played over centuries, counter the enemies, or is it to make a mark on this earth, to leave something behind, so people can look into history books, and look up your name, or turn on the televisions to see yourself, positive or negative, fame, will offer you no help, forgive through the pasture of your only death, its like a breath of fresh air, nothing to share, its not fair, but we want the pain of the fame, to change the modern arts of our life, to survive through this foreign struggle,on this foreign land, to somehow get the upper hand, fame, lying under the hands of quick sand, ran by enemies of a different color, to kill off another, so tell me do u want this fame, to get recognize, by the blinded eyes, only in hell will fame going to fry, your thoughts is a lie
BYE