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
