My model of behaviour, learned in youth never leaves
and on behalf of my mistakes, I betray and look away
they will do just anything, to keep you headways down
you feel there's nothing more to it, your dreams are made of foam

and if you wanna prosper, so do return the favour
'cause all the movements ignored, block you way to freedom
the wheel of karma spinning low, you to change the frequency
so the magic and the purpose, return to set us free

but what about you? What about you?
standing in their boots, what about you, my friend
born on the other side, what about you, in the end
what about you? What about you?

you're lost and now you're sold, what about you, my friend
take one chance before you're old, what about you, in the end
there's just one reason, not to play along
when you're chosen, wouldn't you be
in favour of it all