I’m privileged in my industrial sphere, I’ve got something to eat
I’ve got water that’s clear, I’ve got money and clothes
A roof over my head, a feather blanket in my bed
In the first world, we can afford to be free
Ask big questions, be what we wanna be
But we still manage to quarrel and fight
Who reigns our world when we turn off the light?
When walls are all around me, when I’m a prisoner of myself

I’ve got my hands in my pockets
I’ve got my head stuck in the sand
I’ve got my eyes open wide
I’ve got my heart lost in my hand
This fight, I just can’t see the light
No matter how hard I try
Who reigns my world?

Is it my present, my past, my ex,
My conscience, my image or just sex?
My husband, my kids, my mobile phone,
My TV, my fridge, my fancy home?
Is it my religion, my facebook page,
My image, my weight, my increasing age?
Vanity, my job, my insecurity, my wrinkles,
My beer, my salary?