time has passed everything has passed life by the way Veritas sits at home, he rarely goes out
Never feels lonely, hardly ever even sick of company
Hits only a few but remember
He can have very good friends, even if they are few
They hold him on the back like a conga train
We should visit him even if it's a long way to go
Have to look for a long time, then you will see a light somewhere
The house where he lives, all the windows are blacked out except his
We meet, the dude will probably take the elevator up by
A gentleman of character, a misunderstood genius (yeah)
A few hits, then can dream a lot about them
Some spend their whole lives trying to forget him
Have had relationships but all of them were unfaithful
Those who go against him, he calls them immature
Few words, but sometimes funny
Straight in the back always straight, for some even blue-blooded
Hard but not always fair, but good
Then spins around your roofs, sort of like clockwork
Has all the answers the day he uses them
You and I we don't know him, but he knows us For those who never ask, will never know
And those who never dare, never get to live
Yes.. He lives alone like a kuf, but in fact
Is he your best friend without you even realizing it
For those who never ask, will never know
And those who never dare, never get to live
Yes.. Veritas sat at home, he rarely went out
Never felt lonely, almost never even sick of company

If the truth is to come out, you have to calm down, huh?
Has not turned his coat on, he never bends the rules
Plays all instruments without any sheet music
Soulmates from the crib all the way to burial
Without him, only half of you can be satisfied
The same arm that crushes you is the one that rocks you to sleep
Has a horn in the side with fox games and poker
Proud, not vain but dresses neatly
He probably lives a frugal life
No dough, yet he travels wherever he wants
Changed a little maybe, although he is the same
Scarred by the years, with a face that fits everyone
Everyone always gossips about his existence
A favor from a stranger who pretends to be your best friend
He sees everything without divination and crystal balls
Some see him as a bore with a bizarre sense of humor
A better knowing even though he never met god
Wandering with his umbrella, ready for a downpour
He smiles and waltzes forward, with the irony of fate
Dancing to one's own tune has a higher melody
His name is driven by the wind like a windmill
He is here sometimes, the question is where is he today
Because Veritas sat at home, he rarely went out
Never felt lonely, almost never even sick of company and drifts every eternal day
You don't want to do anything, but you must have everything
Yes, yes you better go to soss, you pig
Than working for your own machine
Yes, but the day will come soon
Yes, we'll probably make you look lazy
The one who doesn't work for his living
Yes, he will die a hungry death
He who does not work should not eat either
He who does not earn himself shall also have nothing
You say you want to live free
stop make a difference between yours love and mine
Yes, yes you say you work hard
A life as a professional protester is bloody hard
You don't deserve a damn thing
No, you are society's missing cog
You say you should help everyone
Then you go to soss and collect 1000 cold
You say blacks are good for our country
That we should give them a helping hand
Yes, give them money and give them food
Yes, give them everything on a silver platter
Yes, talking about it is damn easy
When you have never love up a sweat in your life
But that's how it is in a democracy
In a democracy there the guilty go free My fight is my right to find love i am here to find best i know WHO what race human what chess player are you woman here are enemy ore friend dont try drive over me with your ex boyfrinds or what ever you have happend in your past how cares no body care how hard it is that human destroy for me they are only away talk me over how Good they are my medication drug not help me now then before why are that game of life are do know what fucking game are you play in wich rike and what

True love and take me WHO i am and drifts every eternal day
You don't want to do anything, but you must have everything
Yes, yes you better go to soss, you pig
Than working for your own machine
Yes, but the day will come soon
Yes, we'll probably make you look lazy
The one who doesn't work for his living
Yes, he will die a hungry death
He who does not work should not eat either
He who does not earn himself shall also have nothing
You say you want to live free
stop a make a difference between yours love and mine
Yes, yes you say you work hard
A life as a professional protester is bloody hard
You don't deserve a damn thing
No, you are society's missing cog
You say you should help everyone
Then you go to and collect 1000 cold
You say blacks are good for our country
That we should give them a helping hand
Yes, give them money and give them food
Yes, give them everything on a silver platter
Yes, talking about it is damn easy
When you have never worked up a sweat in your life
But that's how it is in a democracy
In a democracy there the guilty go free