This is all that i write;
all that I dream, all I ever wanted be.
I am on my knees, oh, I am a lucky son.
The lucky son, of no God and no sorrow.

Been on the train,
thinking and cracking my brain.
take a deep breath, think the world will fall apart.
been to places, there is no going back.
This is me, this is I;
I am my religion.