In Flames - Egonomic dalszöveg

A mass illusion Blind men in a line They smother their fires with gasoline A strangers contribution. Everybody’s on the run No clue where they are heading A spineless attempt Have we lost it completely? It always ends up in a mess A liar’s ambition, praised like a king Every day in every way we’re getting weaker You won’t go far with the life that you’re living Slow and calculated Afraid of the sleeping well Never ever reach the goal