We’re running up the hills

We’re running up the hills
Aspirations and beliefs,
A pretty picture of huge lie
Strive for image and then die
Preacher..teacher.. make us pray
Make us blind to greyish grey
Lust and money – poppet world
All are bought and all are sold
A hangover saves the day
Nothing matters while we play
No one’s up to interfere
Empty minds cannot steer
Fallen dreams are underneath
Look away, keep playing riffs
The all-around seems surreal
Another day, another hill