Vulnerable and being exposed to nonsense tradition
Seems like the hell will come anytime soon
The heart keeps begging but the brain keeps it on

The soul struggling to get out of the dirty mud
The eyes bawling from tears so bad
The brain starting to put the barricade all around
But the hand keeps searching for the mud

Silent scream creeping
Wondering where is the ending

Magic box agree to give some space
Take it from the brain and put it aside
The sanity build a huge wall as spanner
Putting it off deep down below the surface

Confidence storm in
Believing it won’t get away again
The mind going strong
The heart has a firm holding
The brain being productive
The sanity get back its place
The soul is in bliss, bless, and alive