Lyrics:
Good does not necessarily win.
Honesty is not necessarily rewarded.
Decency does not necessarily command respect.
And then you instinctively look for an explanation.
Your soul tries to hold on to old supports, probably this is a consequence.
Perhaps the person is to blame, not the system.
Perhaps the world is still arranged correctly, there is just a glitch now.
But the longer you live, the clearer it becomes that what you took for an exception, the rule.
What you calculated by a glitch is the algorithm.
Justice is a fairy tale that adults lull themselves to sleep so as not to go crazy.
Look around.
Who is rewarded?
Who is at the top?
Those who were honest?
Or me?
Who was cunning?
Who won?
The one who forgave?
Or the one who controlled?

The Truth in a Glitch

IGDRUS