The Blessed One -

Here’s the price, i want it all

Can’t deny its glitter calls

Its a brand new day, not hard to tell

The future of this cigarette im holding

Feels like its not late for things to change

When a man stands up to transform

«Imagine a blue sky, no bank accounts «Said the tv guy, in prada shoes

With materials i bless myself for a matter of time

No fake love 'n' no regrets, they dont manipulate

Despite of my longing for a companion

Can’t take the risk of being exposed

When i can entertain myself

With high street fashion, whenever i may choose

Feels like its not late for things to change

When a man stands up to transform

But take a look around you, and tell me now

Who’s gonna be our confessor?

With materials i bless myself for a matter of time

No fake love 'n' no regrets, they dont manipulate

Its too late to change now

Or at least thats how they want us

To feel like enough is enough

They want us to pretend

In our own life of exile

And name ourselves as free

Feels like its not late for things to change

When a man stands up to transform

But take a look around you, and tell me now

Who’s gonna be our confessor?