There's some trouble at the front of the raw
Wrong direction, I don't really know
No matter how if the goal is away
Pushing me down with face on my knees
But nothing matters, it is his way.
We really think there is a better place
Thou darkness comes over the lake
Don't believe everything they say
We'll be seeing the birds fly up the sky.
Refr.: If flood comes again
All bad washed away
My boat is on the way
Gonna take and save.
Those feel happy who got the most
And the finest of all has to go
Always on, wanting to reach the top
Stepping over most of them all
Nothing matters, fighting for more.