people run through fire, but they never feel the heat
they bend their heads when dancing and never touch their feet
people on a platform watch the trains go by
they keep their heads nodding, their breath an endless sigh
some people are not willing, to tell a single lie
they hide their eldest feelings, their chests are always dry 
people on a concrete brigde, watch the cars rush by
thoughts go like a freight train, wanna run but don't know why
people run trough fire,but never feel the heat
the words they are speaking, are fater than their feet
people in a jungle, afraid tao lose their minds
hoping that their every move, is pure and kind
sitting on a park bench, a suitecase in one hand
a hard brick in the other, you just cannot understand 
how could it be much better, how could it be much worse
your mind is like a feather and your body is a curse