| Every man is meant to look for himself,
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| Uselessly, destroying his inborn freedom
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| He’s programmed with an endless mistake, Written in his DNA design
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| He hates himself for what they did to him,
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| Something he’s not able to see
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| Crucify your ideals and pierce through your soul
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| Make yourself a beast,
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| You can get rid of the sorrow of being a man
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| Crushed by some selfish identity’s i nfluence
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| You’re the prototype of all conventional human beings
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| You’ve lost your perfection inside
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| You’ll never stop thinking
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| Forced to follow the darkest path
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| You’re trained to play the programmed plan
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| That will never be more useless
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| Passers and machines grip your neck
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| And you’d be more than a machine
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| Born not to be saved by…
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| Concealed in your frustration,
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| Drown in your tears,
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| In the original contamination
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| Of fears and pains belonging to the human structure
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| You’ve bred a different self,
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| Repeating your mistake, in despair
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| A barren evolution
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| Searching the insane archetype
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| And you feel you can’t reach it
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| Your mind, programmed by pain
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| Is a perfect machine
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| You can’t deceive it
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| Until the end…
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| …to justify your existence with self destruction,
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| Bled by loss of life.
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| We’re passers-by in this world that refuses us
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| Death and suffering all around us… |