In filth we crawl

I ´m tired of beeing someone else
I try so hard to change myself
Illusions were made of promises
and they promised us a lot !
there is no reason for this madness
they make you
a hero of your daily grind
keep yourself in time
And they make you
A part of the machinery
You hope in vein and you go back
From where you came -
restart your own mind -
sensual desire
I`m going to outwit my fate
out of the vast dreary sadness
One day it could be too late
(so) In filth we crawl !
to admit to lose or to betray
. . . to give oneself away
in the end you strive in vain
and you go back from where you came