Hey

What is that we want in life?

What is that which drives us?

Sense

Being recognized for what we are

Or what we pretend to be?

Raw is the tone

Lack in conviction

We live within boundries

Set by myths

Falsly based on natural law

Misguiding us to an artificial life

We are born as free souls never to be recognized

We are born as free souls sculptured of a prototype

Change

As we are processed by this machine

We call society

Loss

Slowly we lose our very essence

Thinking it's destiny

We live within boundries

Set by myths

Falsly based on natural law

Misguiding us to an artificial life

We are born as free souls never to be recognized

We are born as free souls sculptured of a prototype

Blessed are those who remain free

From time to time we may reflect on what could have been

Possibilities we had or may still have

We live within boundries

Set by myths

Falsly based on natural law

Misguiding us to an artificial life

We are born as free souls never to be recognized

We are born as free souls sculptured of a prototype