[male vocals] Lonely
up
there
It's
all
lonely
up
there,
just
you,
yourself,
rushing
winds
and
echoes
of
breathe
being
drowned
by
the
vast
space
and
winds.
You
see
all,
feel
the
fair
and
farce
of
life.
None
feels
your
feelings
but
you
and
you
wondering
alone
up
there.
One
thing
is
certain,
the
rich
and
poor
get
sick,
the
rich
and
the
poor
dies,
sun
shines
on
all,
rain
falls
on
all,
air
touches
all,
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
still
humans
with
blood,
none
is
an
alien.
If
can
shout
all
you
can,
scream
all
you
care,
cry
untill
your
fountain
dries
up,
wail
with
all
your
might,
think
and
wallow
in
the
wall
of
your
thought,
rest
and
sleep
untill
you
find
it
difficult
to
breathe.
Since,
you
are
up
there,
just
know,
you
are
on
your
own
terms
and
conditions.
The
wealthy,
the
rich
and
the
mighty
share
one
thing
in
common-a
dot
in
wide
circle.
Higher
you
climb,
lower
the
dots.
Richer
you
are,
fewer
your
friends,
wealthier
you
become,
smaller
your
partners,
mightier
you
become,
tinier
your
circle
of
friends.
When
you
are
up
there,
everyone
thinks
all
is
sweet,
soft,
savoury,
succulent
with
you,
thus,
they
want
to
grab
from
you,
they
want
to
fraud
you,
they
want
to
burrow
your
heart
and
steal,
they
want
to
scavenge
all
they
can,
they
want
to
use
you
as
a
ladder.
Such
is
the
life
up
there.
They
think
it's
all
pride
to
seat
up
there,
they
think
it
is
all
fun
and
joke,
they
feel
fuller
when
they
sight
you,
they
feel
elated,
some
wear
cold
feet
in
your
presence,
they
think
they
have
seen
a
god
among
men,
some
worship
at
your
feet,
some
get
excited,
some
feel
jealous
too.
One
thing
is
certain,
the
rich
and
poor
get
sick,
the
rich
and
the
poor
dies,
sun
shines
on
all,
rain
falls
on
all,
air
touches
all,
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
still
humans
with
blood,
none
is
an
alien.
Life
up
there
is
tough,
rough,
suicidal,
lonely,
electrifying,
funny,
foul,
foolish,
sick,
drunk,
devilish,
cruel,
brutish,
short,
tumoil.
It
has
its
own
curves,
bends,
cones,
turns,
sharp
ends,
potholes
puddles,
deep
gullies.
If
you
dont
know
how
to
live
up
there
with
styles,
you
would
get
torn
apart,
you
would
get
looted,
you
would
end
up
in
the
pauper's
wrist.
Up
there
has
its
own
lifestyle,
its
own
ways
and
means.
It's
good
to
live
up
there,
hence
poverty
is
no
king,
abject
poverty
is
no
crown,
hunger
is
no
friend,
lack
is
no
pop
and
pageantry,
disease
is
no
friend,
panging
pain
is
no
partner,
squalor
is
no
soft
life,
crass
is
no
grace.
I
dont
want
to
stay
here.
I
pray
to
live
up
there,
i
rather
smile
in
Bentley,
i
rather
live
in
lavished
ravished
posh,
tush
mansion.
I
rather
drink
classic
expensive
wine
and
foods.
Good
life
is
earned
not
given.
One
thing
is
certain,
the
rich
and
poor
get
sick,
the
rich
and
the
poor
dies,
sun
shines
on
all,
rain
falls
on
all,
air
touches
all,
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
still
humans
with
blood,
none
is
an
alien.
Live
your
life,
enjoy
every
bit
of
it,
reel
its
reality,
grace
its
groceries,
cherish
its
cherries,
ravish
its
riches,
love
its
raves,
vibe
to
its
vibrations,
dance
to
its
beats,
reign
its
reins.
It's
no
small
feat
to
live
up
there.
Sometimes
life
is
fair,
sometime
it's
unfair,
it's
rough
to
some
people,
tough
to
other
people,
it
could
be
smooth
sail,
turbulent
soar,
safe
ride.
Whatever,
it's
choose
your
race,
grace
its
race,
run
its
reins,
rave
its
vibes.
Pauper
isnt
kinder,
poverty
isnt
finer,
disease
isnt
prettier,
infection
isnt
joviar,
rat
race
isnt
funier,
unemployment
isnt
tinier,
fraud
isnt
smaller,
drug
abuse
isnt
softer.
Some
are
born
up
there,
some
earn
up
there,
some
play
tricks
to
get
up
there,
some
scheme
there
way
up
there,
some
fight
there
way
up
there,
some
earn
up
there
through
sweat
and
blood.
Lifestyle
up
there
differs,
isnt
watertight,
isnt
hardline,
isnt
tough
and
tight,
isnt
soft
and
sweet.
Just
everyone
living
his
life,
in
his
own
ways
and
means.
One
thing
is
certain,
the
rich
and
poor
get
sick,
the
rich
and
the
poor
dies,
sun
shines
on
all,
rain
falls
on
all,
air
touches
all,
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
still
humans
with
blood,
none
is
an
alien.
Up
there
is
being
rich,
famous
and
powerful.
You
can
earn
it
through
sweat
and
blood,
you
may
have
it
through
birth,
whichever.
If
up
there
is
wishes,
beggar
would
live
there.
Anyways
crave
is
no
cave,
crass
is
no
grass,
class
is
no
crass
One
thing
is
certain,
the
rich
and
poor
get
sick,
the
rich
and
the
poor
die,
sun
shines
on
all,
rain
falls
on
all,
air
touches
all,
the
rich
and
the
poor
are
still
humans
with
blood,
none
is
an
alien.