What gets rid with you people?
Fastenedly with the look to the wall
Everything what you perceive as real,
Are only shades and effigies of the really being one
Look through the shadows
Seek for knowledge
Prison Prism
Escape from your prison!
Permit
Steer your senses from the discernible world
On behind it, his origin
Strange people!
Victims of self built illusions,
Slaves of your orders
And the one who sprinkles his chains,
Gets k**ed by his hand.
Come out of your cave
Warmed by the sun
Reach for the stars
And tell the others what they have done