Perspectives

Don't need your drugs
Don't need your Hennessy
Don't need your energies
You killed the good
Gave me bad fantasies
'Cause you don't see what I see

"Stop being childish
You are twenty-three
What are you going to be?"
Not into cars
Not into industry
Don't get your politics

I'm lost inside my own philosophy
I only dream when I sleep
I miss my friends, I miss my family
Oh, can't you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel

Oh, can't you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel