| I follow the steps I see in front of me They are deep and well-defined
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| They show an undefined but straight
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| path
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| What has gone through me will never
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| return
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| Future won’t let me look back
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| I just walk, I don’t evolve, I just walk
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| Animals run by my side
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| They try to communicate, Each one in its own way
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| But I can’t understand
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| I feel alone on this irrational planet
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| To create or just observe
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| I keep walking on this desert made of ideas
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| Primitive Future
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| My head is heavy but empty
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| Everything around me is void, without
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| movement
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| Without perspectives
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| The night invades the sky
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| That darkens the dry ground
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| Making my shadow join the big stain
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| that’s forming
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| My steps become slow and agonize
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| I step on skulls of generations that
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| have not formed
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| I hear painful cries of wars that are
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| to come
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| To create everything again, from the
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| beginning
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| To teach new minds
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| To awake a sleeping giant buried
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| On the ashes of disgrace
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| It’s scornful the way I live
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| I look well, I think I’m well
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| That’s all…
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| I follow the steps I see in front of me They are deep and well-defined
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| They show an undefined but straight
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| path
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| What has gone through me will never
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| return
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| Primitive Future |