(Child:) This is the world trough square eyes, -I can see fiction like it's real! Window to an unknown paradise, -A paradise where no one sees. I wish I saw it all, -A paradise where no one knows. All these images for real. -The reality!
-It's a seduction, like a dream: I can feel pain, I feel the blood, -Out of your hands but in your minds. The fire of the burning fight! -I wish I saw it all, I feel love as a disease -All these images for real. In my fantasy!
(Contemplative:) Good or evil, right or wrong, Find yourself between the dying crowd, the bloodied streets. How can't this affect a mind? How can't this affect a pure, young heart?
(Child:) In my own world it's getting worse: -It's never good enough for them, Learn this, do that, do as we say! -As if results are all there is. It doesn't affect me much: -I cannot be more than I am, The screen shows me enough. -Face reality!
-I can play, I'm strong and tough, And let them feel who should be blamed! -Fighting and killing for new lives. A way to learn how to survive! -I can play on and on, It ends up just the same again. -But my life is not a game. Life should be a game!
(Contemplative:) Good or evil, right or wrong, Find yourself between the dying crowd, the bloodied streets. How can't this affect a mind? How can't this affect a pure, young heart?
Hope is fragile, And all there is to make them see I'm not that bad. Hope is the last reason not to flee, not to run away Into the tempting square world of fantasy, free me, free me!
(Child:) Hate is an impulse, Your aversion, my reason.
(Contemplative:) Games, movies, things a child should not see, A flash, see, but you won't forget. A game, play, play and hear and see, again, It marks the heart and spills your youth.
(Child:) I'm in the world of square minds, -The beauty of a clearer world. Fighting a game, its name is life. -The game of life is hard to fight! I've shot my hate today, -You'll know the causes when it's too late. Its embodiment has paid! -Feel reality!
-The pictures say more than you see. Why should I see what you've told me? -Nothing gets worse, it stays the same. The same is killing, anyway! -I wish I saw it all, So could you please let me escape -All these images for real. From reality?
(Contemplative:) Good or evil, right or wrong, Find yourself between the dying crowd, the bloodied streets. How can't this affect a mind? How can't this affect a pure, young heart?