De facto, há coisas que nos moldam mais do que queríamos e que se tornam em algo que nunca poderíamos prever.
E estará isso certo? Como posso eu sabê-lo, de qualquer modo?

Será que de um emaranhado de errados pode sair algo certo?



Letra:
What is wrong at the end of the day
What is really wrong no one dares to say
You know you're wrong when there's only one right
but what is wrong when right is out of sight

Right rode away long ago
Before rescuing wrong from below
I might be mistaken I know we need to be somewhat

Foolish, feebleminded, wrong and senseless
Right rod off long ago,
there's nothing more you need to know
there's nothing more you need to show
Let us disagree, cause wrong was made for you to be

What is false when we can't hear no more
And there is nothing to cover for
What is wrong in this old wasted game
May right and wrong be one and the same

Right rode away long ago
Before rescuing wrong from below
I might be mistaken I know we need to be somewhat

Foolish, feebleminded, wrong and senseless
Right rod off long ago,
there's nothing more you need to know
there's nothing more you need to show
Let us disagree, cause wrong was made for you to be