The Peace

Let’s clear the fields of your memory

Let’s empty the fardels of your history

Let us clean up your experience

So you can become serious

About what we can do,

About how to live our life

We got to clear the fields

We got to break your shields

I want you to be healed

Our lifes to be unsealed

You are caught into your memories

In a shrinking prison

The walls are bricked by centuries

To alienate your visions

Your mind is like garbage fields

Contaminated by your past

You are the prisoner of your shields

You are ready to be surpassed

We got to clear the fields

We got to break your shields

I want you to be healed

Our lifes to be unsealed

Our lifes to be unsealed

Our lifes to be unsealed

Your mind is like garbage fields

You are the prisoner of your shields

You are the prisoner of your shields

You are the prisoner of your shields

You are the prisoner of your shields

Your mind is like garbage fields