Everybody tries to keep their head up high
Hoping to see a bright and shining sky.
Praying to God or Allah
Or a celebrity religion, which is called Kabalah.
Maybe soon there will be a plane to heaven
From the airport, gate number seven.
All passengers will be released from today's 'glamour'
But please let us pray, for God to have a hammer.
To knock down everybody with their head up high
Arrogant, selfish, blind: it's just a dirty sky.
Open their eyes, so they can really 'see'
Life is not about satisfying 'me'.
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