In a world full of mystery,
A world full of regrets,
World full of lies,
Full of fake prophets,
Of the unknown,
Mystery it’s middle name.

They see yet they’re blind,
They hear though they’re deaf
Some plant and they don’t reap
Some do good and are wronged
“Some by sin rise,some by vengeance fall,”
The reason is unknown,it is the mystery of the world.

The sinful get rich,
While the faithful get poor
While the sinful get money
The poor are in church praying for money,
The poor are rich and the rich are poor
Cause being rich depend on your joy

The mysteries of the world
The world of the unknown
A world that is so cold
It is a mystery who’s in charge
For everyone is a victim of this beautiful world,
The so called “cool world”