Wasting a life for every sin, I remained inconscious in a deadly scene, Turned off the lights, who am I to stay? Just nothing. It's hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns, Once you find out a secret trace that's buried in time. Wasted your life for having no dreams, Remained inmanent through the years, And when your back folds you've got nothing else to say, A whole life of work and one million patterns. It's hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns, Once you find out a secret trace that's buried in time. A man can feel lucky for doing what he wants, In this boring race, some are committed to agony Some are the pretty face. American Dream is just a big lie.