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