The Wheel Spins

You've been hating the mirror these days
Fake heroes have shown you the path of self disgrace

They have been selling well
The propaganda by themselves

You need an approbation
To lose the sensation that you lost control of your life
Even still you don't mind

A slight trulyness might stain your uniform
The light on your face fades away in your dark backstage

They have been selling well
The propaganda by themselves

You need an approbation
To lose the sensation that you lost control of your life
Even still you don't mind

But if someday you imagine yourself in somewhere else
You'd never worry, and would embrace yourself the way it is
They wheel spins and sometimes drifts when it's fast
Embrace yourself

You need an approbation
To lose the sensation that you lost control of your life
Even still you don't mind