Deep in ourselves, we are all slaves
To our own needs and widely awake
Is the way we often sleep, we dig our way to freedom
But in full chains, shackled around our legs. (x2)
I remember the last time when I felt free -
It was like the time when they established the freedom of speech
And we all mutually lost our minds in this
Under the pretext of human being emanation
Something likewise the liberty in our nature
Upon the realization of all your own self-created goals
With the idea of not being just a Robocop
Despising all manacles
Despising all manacles holding me down before that
I grew up like an ergot in spite of the wheat cla**
Chorus (x2)
On my way to the same freedom I revealed secret after secret
With the idea that it was infinite, but it was never so
Because right when you reach emancipation
You discover how more dependent you are of yourself -
Victim of so many solemnities
I forgot any kinships but I still remained subordinate to my organic needs
And when there is something I miss, my feelings keep me stuck to it
Being a secret overlord of foreign ones as well. (Not only mine)
Sometimes I wish I was close-minded
I wish I didn't feel that inner heat like from a burning warehouse
Maybe even to be able to not notice anything
Instead of getting impressed from everything unnecessary
Illusionary thoughts – for some people – mere reality
Until a period of clacking limbs and joints
Sitting in front of the television, that makes you just a listener -
Pixelated monster, putting you mental chains and amputating brain cells
With the latter being the exact implicit reason
For your self non-realization of that cold destiny
While I'm proceeding to my sequential lyrical eye-opener
But how can I spare it when everything possible
Has already been spoken
And somehow there still exist millions of thoughts
That propagate through reality in forms of lyrical scourge