Now stand up, take a look around Think of all that you have lost and found Now you can take on your pink glasses, foolish smile And go right in masses
Your false ideal that the sun is shining But look around, the world is dying Save yourself, take off this mask Difficult because your toy world will turn into dusk
Pick the flower from the grass Look at it, it is light and bright This is how you see your inner world So easy, warm, kind, happy, no cold
And then you feel the flower's taste It's bitter, sour, unpleasant and This is its true face: like the world What's bright outside, can be dark inside
Now stand up, take a look around Think again of all you've lost and found Now you can take on your pink glasses, foolish smile But will you go in masses now?
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