The poets and the 
Socrates was bounding out 
Their eulogies about what to do 
The troops with their tangled hair were proven 
That they didn't care about nothing new 
And if any body claim being king 
Would strum guitars 
And start to sing, but they were fooled 
The vacuum of their fantasies 
Had discover the fact 
You see that chaos rules 
Everybody run and bare 
Not exactly knowing where or why or who 
Chasing kicks that no one gets 
Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue 
Trying to blow one's smoke in air 
Her favorite answer 
I don't care 
It was useless to 
And when the sun would start to fade 
This ritual circus of charades would start anew 
Love don't come don't call my name again 
I can't play cause 
I don't know how to win 
Too bad to and hand in hand they stride 
I got wind and rain for my future bright