Lost in a grey world, surrounded by grey people Everything around seems to be so useless I try to move forward but it seems to be in vain Please tell me why everybody runs Tell me why I would follow
I want to make my own choices Free and concious Now stop manipulating me I won't follow
My father's generation has been working all its life Population exploited, depreved of any dream Politicians forced them to be obedient With the threat of chaos They became a sheep flock
I will not be a slave I will escape
I don't accept to be chained I'm sure I'll find my own way