It’s in the letters that he made It’s in the January rain In casinos and the shops How many people do you know? How many friends will you outgrow? Who are you anyway? You bought the sin around the same The wolf, the man, the things you hate I have become that ferocious loser It’s in the darkest of your thoughts It’s in the Paris on the shores It’s in the mirror A flash of color People watch from the shoreline Sacred colors moving across the sky It’s on the tip of every tongue In luck for gold and happy young At the bottom of a drink You’ve killed a thousand times or more Soldiers, a biker, every whore You’re the most honest thing Cause living inside a simulator Giving by the heart of my creator brings you warmth It’s not as simple as they say It’s hard enough to run from spring You’ve to run all the things you can A flash of color People watch from the shoreline Sacred colors moving across the sky Face the weeks and hearts will never break You see some ties and casually leave them there Always will understand survival of the mind The clear is where the head needs to be, to be All together, welcome every land It’s clear to all, it’s endless to make amends