Woke up, dripping with cold sweat I realized, that tomorrow will never come. Same life, same shit, Just another date and no answer to "Where?", "why?" and "from?". Long time just shame From the parents "Shut up!" to world's "You're a infantile dreamer!". Now all's in flames And my newborn core's coming out and screaming.
Career, religion, Consumptive way of life, Good will decision To be part of a hive, A smudge reality Of faceless personalities. To rule own business? And be always in rush? It brings just sickness, The bliss's still a mirage.
Rising, the need for changes Instigates your mind, Destroying all stereotypes. Futile dogmata are left far behind, Thoughts of the future bring no pain and cause no more bad vibes. Starting with changing point of view, Then going on with life-style that needs renewal, Convincing others to give up bad illusions. Maybe this will lead to a true revolution.
All the time we are staffed with tenets and ideas That should force us to become just good consumers. Now it's time to become ourselves And make mankind What all the great have dreamed about.
May this be wrong? What about good sense? May this be wrong? But much worse is the ignorance!
Rising, the need for changes Instigates your mind, Destroying all stereotypes. Futile dogmata are left far behind, Thoughts of the future bring no pain and cause no more bad vibes. Starting with changing point of view, Then going on with life-style that needs renewal, Convincing others to give up bad illusions. Maybe this will lead to a true revolution.