On the palm of my hand, I see a blissful land
Glittered roots and leathered boots make us survive the biggest loots
I got to find a way to feel satisfied
A contradictory story in its riveting glory
I confine myself inside my own nightmares
I confine myself inside my own self
Peel from them the seal of men and women to make us feel more even
You tell us the better life, you make us believe your files
You remind us with sorry eyes that we are sick in our minds
That we are sick
How's it going to end? Will we save the fallen?
And what's there to know? How to grow fully functional?
With scholars and theories we define our miseries
We make a plan to find the blissful land
We find the bliss
We must find, we must refine, but in the end we defile
Does it occur to you that we aren't absolute?
Come find yourself inside your own nightmares
Find yourself inside your own self
Wipe away the misery, make everything finally ok
The human error by our conscience
I distant myself even if it would make me a slave