Nobody's on level with his ideals all the time
For we all pull away
Some, with northen grudge at heart cast dreams upon the shore
With a thespian crawl
Fighting for the peace
Barring doors to keep them open
Idle minds in backlight
Ideal minds in foresight
Isolated in crass display
Envy laid the ground for some to score on other's work
They are desperate saints
Now in wake of aggradation noone really cares
With the granted means
Granted room to live
Draining blood to keep it flowing
Idle minds in backlight
Ideal minds in foresight
Isolated in crass display
Wonders, how can we feed the nature of the goodwill?
Wonders, how can we feed the hungry on the downhill?
Wonders, how we all ended up in charge of your mill
Powers, it wasn't enough to gaurantee your dinners
So there is call for us to hold on to our ideals
Give us your body and we'll grant you right to it
Catch him while he's sad, he will build you a pad
Thus we cannot mould the gold for all, why mould at all?
Daily bread is enough
Taxing means to build
Tying hands to keep them working
Idle minds are paramount
Ideal minds are paramount
Isolated in each recount
One is down by noon, all will fall out for the common
Everyone's assured noone fails with good intentions
One's quest of life is another's bell to freeload
credits
from Unfairy Tales,
released August 16, 2012
Fredrik Andersson
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