The monotony and the clever aims
Of blocked people
Shake our mentality so much
That the moments of chosen days are
ugly
Step by step we run away
Full of pain of misunderstanding -
Which I like to be part of very often
Sometimes We look for
the art.
In chosen creatures
So faithful to everything
Except the Planet's idea
So we decide to hide forever
Called
Damnable by freedom
We were freedom,
We are freedom and
We will be free!
Although we know it is no way to run away
Then we
would be definite
For all without any exception
And we would still have the sanity of living forever
Till they...
