Heroes in statues
Their names, well-known
Name the streets abroad
From downtown to the ones
That they’ve never passed by
When they’re gone, is it for real?
Who will stand up to reveal
To remind
What the myths can also hide?
Who decides what’s right and wrong?
Is it just a matter of perspective after all?
Soul sobers
What comes along with the wage labour?
Who will wait for the prize
And spend a lifetime?
Thorns and shortcuts will appear
Winners, riches, speeches
Though dull
Deep down
Haunt everyone
Hunting high and low
