Promises are all they give us

Each one more rewarding than the other

Isn't it so wonderful as they tell us

Exactly what we want to hear

It's our misfortune to be

So always blind to things that

We deep inside know can't be true

That's why we're just a miserable bunch

We imagine how it would be

To live in their angelical world now

And forget the bad things in our own



[Lead: Ricardo]



Why can't people see that

their words are hollow

We are simply following

Something illusive as a dream

Why can't people stop searching

For a way of reaching the

So called "EDEN" that rents

In the other side of life

The things that they say are all

Mere ways of making them profit

From the desires they know

We've got unconsciously inside