The opulent freaks are leaving their beds for the neat slavery,
Driving to the places where they trade their brain with tyranny,
Chasing time while holding the net,
Trying to catch the origami money
which will enable them to fly higher,
Lost hope will not cause me to change myself,
I can’t change, for something that I’ll never be bothered with,
I wake up for my morn,
And I wake up for my morn,
I meet thousands of people who seek only one thing,
As I walk down the heavenly street.