So we march the stars

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love.

I used to see distorted pictures, my lens it portrayed an Image.
Dictated by making digits, consuming vapours and liquids.
Depicting ‘life is a bitch’ until I'm rich as Carlos Slim is.
Then I clicked a clearer picture, I’m living just like a king is.
We are all just fighting for the limelight.
Chasing a dream left in the pipeline.
Then we look up at the night sky,
Dirt in our hands, on our knees crying “send us the truth”

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Left right left, left right left, left… so we march.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love,
the generation we’ve become.
We live regret…

My wife told me that she was pregnant,
I said hold up now wait a second.
My brain must return to earth,
Lets greet this little piece of heaven.
My thinking on his arrival switched to human survival,
My energy has arrived at a positive new revival.
Examining the balance of inhabitance of this planet,
Them scales have tipped my way,
Look what I take for granted, This beauty that’s Panoramic.
Truth is the world is tragic, we’re eager to fix the damage…
Reluctant to switch our habits.

We’re all just fighting for the limelight.
Chasing a dream left in the pipeline.
Then we look up at the night sky,
Dirt in our hands, on our knees crying “send us the truth”

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Left right left, left right left, left… so we march.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love,
the generation we’ve become.

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Left right left, left right left, left… so we march.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love,
the generation we’ve become.

Capsized, rejected, now we live regret

The search for fortune and fame has turned us to savages.
Imagine our future generation is going to look back at us…
Self cantered spineless characters,
We bet the house on the work of time travellers.

But if miracles exist and we all look in the mirror…
We could build up for our kids a golden era.
A new age of sacrifice, to recreate a paradise,
Where the treasure of benevolence is our antidepressant.
So where are we headed?

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Left right left, left right left, left… so we march.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love,
the generation we’ve become.

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Left right left, left right left, left… so we march.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love,
The generation we’ve become.

Capsized, rejected, now we live regret

So we march to the stars to forget who we are.
Then we fall to the earth in a search for the love,
So we march to the stars to forget who we are.