Wasting a life for every sin,
I remained inconscious in a deadly scene, 
Turned off the lights, who am I to stay? 
Just nothing.

It's hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns, 
Once you find out a secret trace that's buried in time. 

Wasted your life for having no dreams, 
remained inmanent through the years, 
a whole life of work and one million patterns. 

It's hard to walk the simple way of one million patterns,
Once you find out a secret trace that's buried in time. 

A man can feel lucky for doing what he wants, 
In this boring race, some are committed to agony
Some are the pretty face. 
American Dream is just a big lie.