Reign Of Heart

What's the core of thought
What keeps the complexity of life floating
In the pursuit of a moment of happiness and romance
Without reason and doubt

Close your eyes
Make a start
Learn to fly in the reign of heart
But the day you touch the sky
You're going to you fall apart

It's just an end in itself
The result of a repressive tolerance
The pursuit of happiness through forced conformity
Without any chance to defend

Close your eyes
Make a start
Because once you're flying high
You're about to fall down

In the end it's not my fault
I'm just caught in this modern fraud
I'm veiled in misery
In competition and self-deceit

In the end it's not my fault
I'm caught in this modern fraud
In the end it's not my fault
I'm caught in this modern fraud