Heathen Mind

I get up, live in what you call madness

I give up, satisfaction seems so less

All the past glory, memory and sad story

I am done carrying them and being guilty

Now, when I am going to swing the rout

Within my mind, you can come in and go out

I waste the time in my imagination

Imperfect ideas are the only perfection

I try to find out life's equation

Be happy in your false interpretations

When it goes over, I feel dizzy

Then I hurt myself, you call me scary

I feel like going crazy when I'm not busy

I do not do your things but I'm not lazy

In this world, nothing is useless

In my heathen, there are no excuses

I'm struggling not to be old in time

If you do not care, leave me with my rhyme

Before dying, I want to leave my fingerprints

In my heathen mind, there are only hints