Only the dead fish goes with the flow, yet we all sail in the same direction.

Looking at the peaceful sight of the city lights
Is like watching a ballet deep into the night
Nothing will ever sound deeper than your last breath
But none can imagine that before meeting Death

Shattered hopes of a flashy life without a scar
Since all you can do is walking like a bug under the flashing light
Striving for better days, eyes bright, a shiny star
But next thing you know, shit was fucked up since the very start.

My mind is at peace, since I stopped fighting the wind
Now its touch is just a push joining my effort
Staying afloat on that ocean called depression
That can make the best of us drown in an instant

To live in a world plagued with fake revolutions
Where crooked thieves are using the mask of heroes
One will grow stronger fighting his selfish instincts
Acceptation is the true art of rebellion