Lukáš Folkman: The Place of My Face

The question of us where’s our place
The question of us, what’s our face
We are trying to find place where we will be free
I am trying to find face which will be me

The ways right-left but never back
The ways you have left it was your last track
Try to find way of me of you
Try to find day which will be nice and good

Ridiculous but not make a fun
It will be better if I take some gun
so confused I have never been yet
it is the reason why I seem so sad