Inside this complicated world, built like a maze,
will these problems ever have solutions?
My intuition is telling me there’ll be better days,

where the sky won’t be masked with haze,
and the stars can be seen through the pollution.
Inside this complicated world, built like a maze,

where the enticing phone controls everyone’s gaze.
But through this there will be a revolution;
my intuition is telling me there’ll be better days.

Where needless souls are lost from when the human slays,
we kill from rage when there is no need for persecution,
inside this complicated world, built like a maze.

Where people are being engulfed by the rising ocean waves,
we all need to put in our own contribution,
since my intuition is telling me there’ll be better days.

Because this world is full of blacks and greys set ablaze nowadays,
it is tempting to ask about this illusion,
WIll there ever be hope inside this complicated world, built like a maze?
My intuition is telling me there’ll be better days.