The place

This indeed the place
Where you dump all the lies
You have been told
Come and throw away
The trash you gether'round
As if it was gold
What a fancy step
To find this place in here
Every corner on every street
Every block, every sidewalk
Every square, every path you find
Was a lot before
Now, squeezed among the walls
Like a junkyard
Everything, every single being
Are looking for a place like this
Everyone runs in front of it
But they can't see it
Hear the voice
Coming from within you
Take a look around
Find your out of this bloody maze
Where you stand
Find it yourself
Find yourself
You'll enjoy yourself