Mr. Believer

Pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger
Longing for the sunshine waiting for an early rise
Won’t it just shame you?
Shall I stop and blame you?
No one’s gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a «get things done»
Move on to the next one achiever
You will always be merely a dreamer
You go by the misleading name of Mister Believer
Caustic remarks throw you aside
Distraught with disbelief buried alive
Oh and I have seen the likes of you grow weaker each passing day
Men like me digging your grave deeper wrapped up and blindfolded
Barely breathing broke nowhere to go
But eyes still shining you crass cowardly clown
There’s no «Shangri-La» and it don’t get any better than right where you are