He's everywhere
With tied hands
Perhaps because he wants, perhaps not
I think about what could happen
If he broke loose from his straight-jacket
And could use his arms
(Chorus)
I would show him all the lies
Give a hand with no desire
To show him all the lie
My difference is in not being the same
Like everybody, trying to run away
Instinct guides me like an animal
The reason is just its indisposition
(Chorus)
Existence is relative and subliminal
Maybe even superfluous
Unconsciousness is a ticket
To the history train
Maybe you know it, deep down you know
You don't want to see
Or you're afraid
(Chorus 2)
Afraid of what you may find
The truth that shows the lies
Look at what's around
Then he looks around with no desire to see
The wall that stops him from proceeding
Impedes from feeling
Impedes from seeing
Impedes from staying
Impedes from being
(Chorus 2)
Look at what's around
