Dust N Brush - Own Fiction

Cause we can't give up
We are running away to protect from a fall
We touch the bottom more often than we realize
Looking around searching for an ideal
We make selections
Often looking for something not existing
Small mistake seems to be a huge iceberg for which we cannot admit
In a world of involuntary race
We would like to be as one of our role players
Forgetting that we must be ourselves
Living, living in a world of illusion
We are loosing ground under our legs
Putting the masks, believing that it helps us
Covering ears pretending not to hear anything
And when we are at the top of a hill we realize that its a bad method
Which we forgot to take him once more
We can not buy happiness and live in a land of illusion
Following with mask on our face we play in a theater where the main role is a fiction
For which we are the method of existing
Often gain more audience but we cannot beguile ourselves
We cannot beguile ourselves