Good house, good car, would that mean happiness?
In Seoul to the Sky, will parents really be happy?
There was no time to rest
It's a cycle of school, home or an Internet cafe
Everyone lives the same life
Students who are pressured to be number one live in between dreams and reality
Who is the one who made us into studying machines?
They classify us to either being number one or dropping out
They trap us in borders, the adults, there's no choice but to consent
Even if we think simply, it's the survival of the fittest
Who do you think is the one who makes us step on even our close friends to climb up? What?
Adults tell me that hardships are only momentary
To endure a little more, to do it later
Everybody say NO!
It can't be any later
Don't be trapped in someone else's dream
We roll (We roll) We roll (We roll) We roll
It has to be now or never
We still haven't done anything
I want to play and eat
I want to tear my uniform
Make money good money
But they already view me crookedly
My obscure bank account, my unhappiness is past its limit
A factory of sighs while studying, a continuous cycle
The grown-ups confess that we have it so easy
They say that we are happier than our portion, then how do you explain my unhappiness?
There's no conversation topics beside studying
Outside, there are so many kids like me, living the life of a puppet, who will take responsibility?