Under the deep seas of amnesia, silence always wears white Mystery in a state of continuous recycling Even the hope is present Existential information was suppressed The perception of just being with eyes wide open turns us into cattle I do not remember the departure, now we flee From the future without knowledge Programming prevents us from being autonomous They come to dissent We are poisoned with lies Happiness is bought by material state Deposited in weak bodies We are so easy to manipulate Deposited in weak bodies We are so easy to manipulate The sense of the days is cold One star dies to give me life When the deceit is behind the innocence What is the unknown origin and how much time we have here I still wonder if we could ever choose to live and break the cycle What is the unknown origin and how much time we have here I wanna break the cycle Thousand fictions exists to entertain the mind and not find the exit Prisoners in meat bodies and acting as machines in production