their grandiose house on the hill stands empty
when they’re all at the cabin by the lake
oblivious to the amount of silver spoons
that are plenty sharing of his 18th birthday cake

making truth of all believes to be complete
like a blind man throwing stones at the confines of the deceit

he has it all, but his soul feels hollow
by the order in life and fully known destiny
always told not to dream, just to follow
and only to cook by this family's recipe

stripped from all of his rights in forced parity
acclaimed as long as he still will join this corrupted solidarity

but it will reach to an end and he will fall
therefore it’s time to recreate his castle wall
break a branch, in this family tree
melt the spoons to lump and throw it to the sea

protected from the world and his dreams
but he wanted to make a change some day
numbness in his soul, body screamed within
when his mother always used to say

walk this way as your father
it’s the way that you must go
walk this way, don’t you bother
about the fox and the crow

determined sadness in his eyes
the despair washes away when he tells her
no

walk this way
see the road with different eyes 
a new day
the antithetic to your past
guides your way and the candle flickers
through the shadow

walk this way
see the road with different eyes 
a new day
the antithetic to your past
guides your way and the candle flickers 
through the shadow

as the bliss of life begin