You've climbed all stairs and made a career,

not thinking of what's behind you

All these years that you've been living -

would you do them again?



Punctured eyes, decieving lies

Trapped in the world that you made



The world you meet is fooled by your smile,

but inside you're not shining

Everyday another glimse of the fear

that there's no higher level



The fear you fear is drawing near

It is the world that you made