Development as a chance Thoughts of a rhyme A rotten guess That missed the truth More than a hundred times But it is dressed By your wasted youth Just as if it was a sign And you believe In the rusted ways Designed by your weak mind But all that we've Found in our days Shows we're not meant to find Doo doo no one knows what's true Doo doo no one knows what's true A rotten hope Beside any truth Makes us love, smile and think A futurescope Would surely help to choose Between two options and their link Well, that seems to be the only way To avoid the well known days And to come to where we cannot guess But those for which we will be past But what is "real" Is just one point to know What is useful? would be still unknown And how we feel Is very hard to show So "how to keep ourselves growin'?" Well, that seems to be the only way To avoid the well known days And to come to where we cannot guess But those for which we will be past Doo doo no one knows what's true